Still they stand,

wedged hard and rusting in the glow of

sunrise… sunset

and the tides that cover them in between,

these men of unblinking perspective

and who show their contempt

for Humanity by turning their back

ever away from the shore line

and the gaze of seagulls,

punished for their insane chattering

and their dogged resistance to change.

 

Though blind from birth, they see all

and in the whispered delusions that reach

their ears from screams of children

and the agony of parenthood,