literally: littoral. The slowmo crawls of prehistoric waves licking tar-dyed sand. sure-shored crabs skittering betwixt the sickening slick’s expanding tentacles. this beach was generally paradise: yesterday. the avian indignity of bucket-beaked pelicans, virgin-white feathers caked in crusting petrosludge. we don’t deserve her, or any of this ancient, resilient beauty, really: frocked suddenly in the seething, salacious sprawl of scarcely contained fossil fuels. the jutting chin of a sinking tanker, titanic collapse: slowly churning seafloor ward, with a metallic shudder that drowns out the shrieks of starving seagull colonies. everywhere on this once-azure horizon: ashfaulty mats of oil, treading water in awfulest arcs, inchworming towards the sullied shore: with such calm, calamitous giggles.