Murmur

The murmur,

punctuated by the howl of gulls,

that is where peace resides—

beneath the soundscape

of violence

the weight of an entire ocean

brings to ground.

Signs of carnage litter the shore—

the flak of porcelain houses,

the occasional corpse,

waiting for the carrion birds.

And yet, there is forgotten

the shriek overhead

and the murmur beneath,

waiting to crash on my fragile home.

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