I am a coast person
whose only interest in the sea is definition.
Ragged at the edges of this flat form.
Blue & pink penetrate
to breed a colony of cattle stuck knee-deep in the mud.
It appears natural. This process.
What is brutely labelled destiny or weather.
& nothing remains aside from bodies
bloated stubborn with death
& nowhere to dig a hole or mark a grave
as survivors battle each other
with hooves & teeth
for a patch of dry land.
The Chilcotin & Thompson feed the mighty Fraser flushing
Impossible to keep an updated map