Just Across the Water

The end falls out
Lost without center,
There is no comfort here.
An ocean of eyes staring
From within the shadow of a faceless sea.
Pay a penny to the boatman
To ferry you across
To an island populated by eyeless faces
Not really alive.
They kneel, very still at the water's edge:
Arms back, slack jawed faces turned towards the sky.
Their stillness stifles and thickens the air
Until dusk, when it is rent apart by movement
As they tear at each others flesh
Consuming one another until the frenzy ends.
As all dies down, and the boatman slides away
In the distracting stillness that follows.
The remains slip into the sea.
Why did you come here?