College Cove Chance Meeting

When secret jets collide

Fire is the only question

Human meat and rubber cooked up flash and bones

Purple rock crab ripe with young realize the concussion

Prepare to dine on our fallen sons

Leave behind the Emerald Tunnel for gold

Sluicing coastline

Western edge to Pacific waters

Playing destiny chicken over small town ocean

Blood scalded tide line

Helmet property U.S. Government

A Hand in a crab pot

No cocktail tears

No memorial lighthouse gatherings

Or knee worn fishermen’s’ wives pounding anguished fists into surf

Only silent wildflowers unmoving on bluffs

Tacit image of exploding airborne souls

Colliding secret phantoms

Human meat and rubber

And fire is the only question

Did they burn?

Landmass monument, oceanic monument

Bits of shit on the beach

Not much else to be said