Drift

I have heard the dogs barking, each to each,
Beneath a stormy moon. They will survive
Their masters, who are so caught up in speech
They do not see the rising sea, but hive
Instead in their low mistaken vantage,
Where carbon rises up in plumes. I plan
A leave of absence. I have seen footage
Of violent waves bearing down on man
Outside his very door. Lives come apart
Like books when they get wet. The devil fell
Compelled by love, undone because his heart
Could not keep up with what it would compel.
I have watched the water bring its cleavage
To the shore. Departure starts my voyage.