Detritus

Last night I dreamt about the river breach
Debris washing in and out
Lap-slapping REM consciousness

Holme Pierrepont was strictly no-go
But I climbed the fence
To a graveyard of flotsam and jetsam

Broken trees threaded wire fencing
Abandoned trainers and empty containers
Littered the tide line like skin scum in a bath

Carp belly up swollen on the banks
Their pearly eyes opaque and glassy
The air heavy with the smell of putrefaction

I got to thinking about the Tsunami
And how it had undone so many
275,000 drowned, bloated bodies

The randomness of palm tree heaven
Then sweeping, swirling deluge hell
A nightmarish seismic shift

Strange how the mind ebbs and flows
In the middle of the night
Washing up the detritus of memory.