Maelstrom

We found them shoved up the languishing tide, spread into infinity, such as they were. The glass, rounded and pressed, rolled in the wind of the sea, eddies smashing, crashing, burning into half-toned braces, each a tiny opaque window into another view of themselves, down, down 'til rock or mud, worms punching their way through, broken only by carapaces of the dead.  Between and above only sky and fiery screaming star, beyond, the land, beyond, the sea, I unwrapped the chips. We sat, we ate, we watched.