Last Moments with the World

A mother’s wail drifted through the gust of waves,

beware of him who walks where echo fades.
Clung her tight from the
Devil’s hand–choking,
eating those
fleshes 

gargling Death before it spoke
hushed by the piercing wind
Is that what it feels like–to be
Justified? 

Kingdoms fall
like lullabies luring a child to 
marvel at the synchronous aurora and dirge 

Nature sings so calmly,
one day it will realize 
petals wither with with beauty too cold to touch

quivers of sand and wind 
rocked the ship 
side-to-side 
tilting the decks
until all that it left was the
vulnerability a human endures–how they 
writhed.

xanthic light flickers between the rumble while her
yearning carved on the woods
zipped shut by the deep hush.