Yesterday’s Footprints

I watched the streak

Along the shore

Where air & bubbles meet.

And felt the waves

Both ebb & tide,

Faint beneath my feet.

Shells & sand

Fat & bland

Flow atop the coast.

Now & then

(Begin again)

Like Neptune’s long-lost ghost.

What now? (“Which vow?”)

Did mother’s howl,

Echo her loathsome roar?

“I killed him then;

will do again!”

But then, she said, “No more.”

"Be-gone,” he cried.

“Be-gone, right now!”

Her mother’s husband said.

And then she churned,

 A slower tune:

“My God! Good Lord! He’s dead!”

What gallows hang,

Upon the post,

Ne’er to be born?

“I once belonged,

before he left, 

but now, behold, he's gone.”