Stillicide

On the day the UK drowned
the sun’s shoulders broke,
slumping the sunset  into eternal twilight

All one underwater breath,
deep sea divers tried to pack
the sea into suitcases

Baggage bridled waves
o’er castles and housing estates,
stealth, the ravens skyfall
legends written on drowned pirates’ skulls,
(full fathom) five brides on continental shelf
coral and pearls are merely crust on sunken ships

travelling light
can life rafts only hold one soul?
stowed in hearth of jigsaw’ed city
flames cripple cartographer hands,
singing hymns from village hotels
even sirens and whales get the bends

It’s hard to swim home
when the tide is against you
forever, or so it seems