Night of sea angels

I was in a funeral at the beach 

Apocalyptic fire burn the night

Palm trees ignite and briefly acquire shapes of humans writhing in pain

Flaming pyre line the shore

Insects dance with floating embers not knowing what else to do

Sea wails and thrash like a madman in the moonlight

The earth is warm, sea warmer, and the sky burns

Dead fishes etch language of dying that anyone can read

Lone turtle gasp too tired to leave the body

He is carried away by the waves

To the sea angels