ENTROPY

Dragged along the reef

of twisted frozen souls

like a dented discarded beer can

child of the rip tide

haunting fallen architecture

and statues wearing painted slime

in the invaded depths

grasping with hungry bones

and torn twins of muscle

ghostly flesh speared on goldenrod

like cobweb sagging on a field of spikes

dewdrops gathering on milk bottles

in some ancient dawn.

Lay me down on that leaning porch

as it slides down the cliffside

let my tatters be a looming flag

or some sail on fire.

Let me be a skeleton's nucleic print

or erupting light

black butterfly of entropy

let me rise on breaking branches

and eat the red crest's

raw persona of the tidal heights.