Steady Movement

I’ve never seen the waves

   Of the Pacific.

I’m not the one who saves

    Lives of the mythic.

Youthful innocence is

   Not my calling.

Mindful vexation, my

   Heart is mauling.

Thunder is roaring on

    A beach near my home.

Plentiful pirates, dawn

    The seeds that you’ve sown.

The beach whose water has

    Destroyed all life.

She listens to her Jazz,

     Then spawns her knife.