It burned like a flambéd table on an ice rink,
the ocean still and cobalt
and deep with flame.
Smoke churned into and against itself;
orange eyes winked from beneath
their thick grey coat.
The sun shone on, oblivious,
ruining the effect, really.
One gull crowbarred himself into the catastrophe,
doing orbits of the crane arm as it whinnied and collapsed,
squawking,
riding thermals.
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