refugee, landlord, warden

with quitclaims and tort

torture one another but fail to see

the inexorable tide

tht washes this kingdom

out to sea

out of touch

the moon pulls back coral lips

to wash the world with the incense of the abyss

but lunatics know only loss

bemoan their fate

while the waters rise

refugee, landlord, warden

drown in salty tears

clutching at their goods, their pride, 

their anchors