Steady Movement
I’ve never seen the waves
Of the Pacific.
I’m not the one who saves
Lives of the mythic.
Youthful innocence is
Not my calling.
Mindful vexation, my
Heart is mauling.
Thunder is roaring on
A beach near my home.
Plentiful pirates, dawn
The seeds that you’ve sown.
The beach whose water has
Destroyed all life.
She listens to her Jazz,
Then spawns her knife.