Sleeper dyke, sheep dyke
on the flats, not much happens
Gray on gray the slow breath
of night and day, shreds
of heartbeatless noise and waves
of screaming seagulls, silver-
glare on the sea
the slime trail of a snail
Nowhere blood, just some feathers
shells of past life
and silent sighs from the universe
Without a dyke I would disappear
to nowhere, oh how I ache
for you