Cello Listens For Returning Whales Amidst A Sea Of Stars

A jellyfish squirms by
Oedipal as meringue 
You are far out to sea
A stone pier defiant
The alarm shakes like a buoy 
The bell almost           insignificant 
A cello ha-haroooms
Clears her hopeful chest
Sidles to the fronds of lace
A deepwater fish
She can
With a clawed-shell fist 
Glass-cold and pressed
To jaw and brow
Deep and slow as galaxies
Almost hear
The dorsal hum
In the heaved dark, wandering
A sound as bright and lost
As a beacon

The sea, one day

The sea eats glass
Til glass itself

In repose, reflection

Far in the swathe
Of polished rip
Arm upraised
Decrying buoyancy 
I am fastly turning

There are thousands
Gulled in lines
Eating waffle cones
On the esplanade
Loudly squawking 

Laved in oil
(Or made filthy by)

As if the fatted ungulate
In herb and festal truss
Prepared itself for sacrifice 

The sea swallows them up
Returns most

Turns some
Into  nubs of glass
Lost in gristling sands
Small and bright as jellyfish

Dying in the oil and ice-cream air

Now, far out to sea
I start dissolving