Elegy On Bleached Coral

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Solar panels
on my roof
useless as ships
come to grief

Shrouded in
monsoonal rain
where the forest
meets the reef

A vague etching
of something strange
of levelled ghosts
passing away

Hue of the Eucharist
the chalky waste
of mute Cassandra’s
stranded face

In shallow water
quiet and wet
like a long forgetting
human brain