Sleeper dyke

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