Burial (2nd revision)

[just mercedes]

Burial

Floods and cold crests

Shift grain from

Dwelt rocks 

'dwelt' means absolutely nothing to me in this context.

Its strength sweeps line

By line, cracks

Dredged deep

'Floods and cold crests' plural, control the verb, so this should read 'their strength' 

White specs dance, flares

Of sprees rush

Like wasps

'specs' short for spectacles, eye-glasses. I think you meant 'specks' WTF is a 'flare of sprees'?

I thought I could

Stand its strength

As stone

withstand their

I've sunk in, stuck

I was wrong —

I'm frail

with punctation, either use it or don't use it, but don't fart around with inconsistency 

I drudge each foot

Hands thrash out

Splash down

I don't like the use of the noun 'drudge' as a verb. Your 'hands splash down' ?- I have trouble picturing this action

Stern mud pulls me

Both feet cringe

Eyes swell

My eyes cringe now.

These coarse hairs grit

Bone with skin

Fringed, caged,

Trapped, struck by nails

My form shreds

Joints numb

Crack hard, like ice

Break and flail

Freeze burns

Sheer, thick sheets slide

Down my lungs

Teeth stung

Gagged, crushed, I snap —

Dropped stones fade,

Hearts sink.

The ghosts off-shore

Watch this tide

Awe-struck

Its flux, its ebb,

Its course, breeze

Draft, whir

Some time has gone

Ice still washed

Cruel flows

Deep in those flows

I still sway

Mute shift

Hi - I haven't read the others crits, so excuse me if I repeat what's already been said.

Firstly, I personally hate and abhor centre-aligned poems. 

Secondly, if you are going to use this format, FFS take away the caps at the start of each line. They make your poem feel like a misfiring car engine, jerky, trying to stall.

Thirdly - your poem makes no sense to me. If that was intended, you have achieved your aim.