After there were no women, men, and children,
from the somber deeps horseshoe crabs crawled up on somber shores:
Man-of-Wars' blue sails drifted downwind
and blue filaments of some biblical cloak
floated below: the stinging filaments.
The cored of bone and rock-headed came near:
clouds made wandering shadows:
sea and grasses mingled::
There was no hell after all
but a lull before it began over::
flesh lying alone: then mating: a little spray of soul:
and the grace of waves, of stars, and remotest isles.