Tide

(By Gub, the 30th of January, 2012)

The rip tide
The autumn fold
The clutching at summer
The fever's cold

Roots entangled
The gape
The yawn
The cavity
Circumference
Of tidal spawn

Flotsam,
Jetsom
Mice and men
The beach combed.

Coxwains
Dead
God rest
the men.

Blunder
On past ripples
Grey
The owl dust
Ochre
The fade
Of day

No heart for hope
Numbskull
Squall
The beach
A desert
For the herd
That suffers

The beckon
The lowing
The cloud
Ducked
Call.

My winter
My cold cold air
Frozen before
Breathe

I fall.