Sun is dying in the western sky
leaving glints of shimmering yellow
on ocean’s indigo waves.
I shiver
with death and beauty.
the black god rises
in the swell of ocean waves
looks for his golden target
reaches out
caresses
verdant grasses
curls back his tongue
hunting
crossing bridge
winter branches
floating mist
wipers
rhythm
drum
above the knoll
of weapons
pale full moon
strangled gently