Aftermath

[milo]

In sunken meadows of silken shade
Onyx waters spear depths of jade.
Darting smears of cream and gold
Throng the air as wings unfold.
Quivering waves off sun-soaked grass,
Trembling dust as bright as brass,
Fleeting arcs of shivering spawn,
Yawning cries of guttural horns.

Beneath this sky of falling calls,
Over the shards of cracked lime walls,
Across the splinters of rosy steel,
Beside the beached and barnacled keels;
Sun-bleached eyes wear drowsy frowns,
Taut, dark skin framed with sandy crowns.
Sinew strings frayed and half submerged,
Blood rust blades lie scarred and scourged,
Illium’s sons embrace the earth;
One man’s lust, ten thousand cursed.
Memories weathered by warm, dark tides,
Faded flags cloak tattered hides.

Silvered oak, parched with blistered skin
Juts sharply out beneath these kin,
Till fingered by the surging tide
It casts the weary shore aside
And slips away toward the sky,
As iridescent eyes slide by.

Fractal streams flash 6 feet deep;
Above silent lights, the sea retreats.

The word "of" is used way too many times. Generally, of should be used sparingly as it is a word that disconnects the reader from the immediacy of an image. I would go through and see how many you can eliminate.