A new poem, written (as many of my poems are) for one of my latest paintings.
So, It Has Come To This
So, in this dead sea.
Sky red with sunset's end.
Ice floats by the concrete shells,
the empty markers of this hell.
So, in this hot air.
Choked with carbon's green haze.
Smoke on water, flows,
like acid clothes.
Sea sighs.
Fall then lift.
Fish bodies drift and kiss.
Chemical stained beach rocks hiss.
So, it has come to this.
