Oceans of empties.

Take a bow there’s a ocean filled with empties 

drunk turtles showing no signs of empathy 

towards the Jars of pickled eggs 

on the beach resort. 

the news waved off like flotilla 

of saints with scandal ringing 

terracotta elevating views 

life was finely balanced act 

Of deportment recipes 

On the precipice of bow ties and 

dances so macabre the parquet 

Was covered in free flowing 

Clover with Sculptures 

Covering their eyes of Apache 

made Into muse’s and masquerades

Balls Hot on heels of Sorrow

Dragging the ashen trees that fall

With chains through snow 

Covered forests.