BETWEEN FOUR JUNCTIONS AMÉLIE CHALK

Manitus

For me it is a place to simply be; I give to it and it just lets me sway with all my thoughts and worries floating free, up north where, through the ripples, I see rays of sunshine, as on yellow-stained glass –the waves the priest, the water the churchyard, and in the depths grow coral and seagrass. And yet there lies a darker side where charred rotting acts of human sin and greed turn the churchyard to a graveyard full of things that are too dead to even bleed. More plastic now than the current’s pull;

Therefore, it has become a grave I see. We should have simply let it be the sea.