Fath Ruffans

Delicate borders
surround Atlantic coastways,
foaming, writhing, and
frothing. She, Nature,
was once pregnant too.
Unfortunately, jagged instruments
pummeled her softly, killing
Baby's face. Vulnerable
was the time when Fath was
loved. It occurred to Fath
that life fails miserably
even when wings
shatter our fantasies.
Help, pray for sudden
tidal recognition.
It bares fertile scrutiny,
the rolling thunder
of recognition, my
insignificant perception
underscores vision today.
Let freedom do
smiling moves on your
chains; it behooves
us to start remembering
eyes of Tiger Ruffans.