Dark Moon Tide.
Before the tide came was an ugly time ofReef and bones and truth,But the approaches were visible
To beach or wreckWas by judgement, or luck,
At Kiwa's mercy.Where you would sit and waitFor fish or bird or small delight,
To provide relief From the simple fact of the situation.
A dark moon has pulled the tide up As far as the trees that line the parade.Incandescence lights the faces of the congregation,
Who's beery cheer and shriek,Cut the warm night.
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