Ocean Marsh At Dawn Poem by S. R. Lavin

Haunting beauty shrouded in mist,

peace as it exists without human complaint –

no poverty, no conspiracies, no human toll,

and just beyond, the sea, where

calm waters and violent raging storms

share dominion, asking no one for permission

to rule in the midst of human frailties.


Fort Gorgeous, hidden in the fog bank,

built for homeland security,

was never fired upon and never fired a shot.


The warmongers and the fascists

protect the rich from the rest of us.

The quaint islands are sanctuary

for barons of pollution who commit ecocide

because business is business.


But who’s paying attention or wanting better?


The nation has slipped into megalomaniacal pathology,

you know, where torturing others

and doing bad things to other people

is like having sex with a prostitute

you don’t have to pay.


Ancient rock formations guard our shores,

like prehistoric beasts settled in silence,

so unlike our transient selves,

a hopeless reflection of hope unending.