NaPM April 01 2016

[Todd]

It feels like anger, a chilling hate
that powers the breakers pounding the cliff.
Boulders of water churn, shoulder to waist
against the open caves, and white spray floats,
carried up past these wet skinned vines,
carried away from the darting, avant-garde fish.
Into the water a silhouette settles, sinks.
Important messages are misinterpreted; a god,
visiting from the peaks, loses interest
and dries himself with tissues instead.
Eventually all the universe grows cold
and freezes out anger, and freezes out gods.

The imagery and the mood blended really well in this, mercedes. I like how we move from heat to heat death. Enjoyed the read.