Judith Fonseca Lestrange

A Seaside Eulogy

Eddies ebb and flow endlessly, Capricious crabs glide to and fro, Knotted kelp for you to see, Somewhere south lies thy soul.

Hatred harkens to every plea, Like leopard seals on the prowl, Fortunes follow do believe, That thy yes are my waterfowl.

If Iasion were here my dear, He would think little of thee, For though Zeus struck fear, And Death did set him free.