Mahakala is the God of Time

Neap Tide at Laguna

Crooked slope of strand

Merman’s eyes

Bod of seaweed

Bent to sea,

Sight cleansed

Of filth

A life

Well lived,

With breath 

That stinks,

Urine, gall,  

Pustulence all.

At the neap 

Bird opens beak 

Cawing secrets 

Had we instinct

To hear rhyme

Of the mere 

Might overhear

Roar of waves

Drowning words

Roar of time

God doth speak.