An Orchard of Shore Trees

An orchard of shore trees
Precise because of autumn
Etches it's branches in the grey silk river

The edge of the sky
Fills up with blue and soft sand

A barge bearing lights
Like the leaning faces
Of motionless immortal sailors trails behind
A cat o'nine tails made of dark chain
Punishing the silken water

We never see the river run blood red
The yellow sun is lost forever its loyal sky
Is crumbling like a slow avalanche
Into it's thickening edge of soft blue sand

Darkness makes a home for the world
The serpents rise swanlike from the water
Hurl their narrow tongues at the iron hulks
Of the dreaming tethered ships
If there are humans left like me
Along this natural shore
They do not dare cry out
My coat is the colour of the ruined sky
My fingers of the soft blue sand