Writing is like my heartbeat
Waves breaking on the shore.
Jungle drums loudly beating
Echoes tolling ever more.
 
Soon the sirens will be calling
Over ancient primal roar
My mortal words lie unwritten
Drowned on the ocean's floor
 
Silence strangles unborn saga
Choking off words unspent
No time left to write farewell
No epilogue to lament.
   

Howard E. Sands
April 3, 1997-P