The high tides brought nothing but
black soiled water, leaving behind
the carcasses of oil drenched fishes and birds.
You could smell the poisoned sea
for miles yet you could smell the shift
of Her coming. She knows nothing of
time or memory; she simply is.
The Golden Divine will ascend once again
upon the rise of the blackened waters
and dead animals. For she is has been
freed, rattled awake by the dancing