Sonnets

Sonnet 3

Lashes of eerie black beat over stone,
Crowned with ghost white bubbles and frozen foam.
Her skin, goose-bumped and gale-struck clung toward
Bawling drowning begs of despair ignored.
Draped in a tattered white dress among flung
Debris and wave-swallowed bodies of young
Daughters, blooming to be the grey depths’ brides.
Their corpses no anchor dragging the tides.
For the Atlantic heaves only shamed swell
And blue skin shimmering under its spell,
Cursed for its backwash and baneful cold heart.
Deserving, perhaps, yet knowingly not.
   Yet through storm and sin, the separation
   Is thin. Humans are nature’s creation.

Sonnet 4

His face was stern, war-worn, tired, and stress-creased,
Deep in prayer for Athenia’s east
And strategy, yet undone as it were
To think themselves unseen from the Führer.
Deep they sink, women and children below
To deck the sea floor, where the algae grow
Through their innocent eyes, now brought to hate
Those who steered their world down to its cruel fate.
His hubris, to plunge them into the sea
Even Ozymandias could not flee
Descent to dust, the topple titanic.
Harrow and hardship from men gigantic.
   Yet through storm and sin, the separation
   Is thin. Humans are nature’s creation.