You're lucky to be alive though
relief would soon recede with the tide.
Electra has abandoned you to die.
She's taken to bed by her father's side.
Your compact, your trusted navigator, your pocket knife.
You seed a plot of shells and shards for cupping rain.
The shadowless sun, that eclipses all, is on the wane.
Out of your mind your will you will will.
Funereal crabs swallow their tears
and keepsake her bones in nooks and niches.
And all that remains will circumnavigate
the earth, her lands, her seas, her air.
*note to "Cast away"