This is peace

This is peace
When the tide comes in
Washing away
Debris along the shore
Left by the many
Onlookers, non-participants
Critics of what's been left
Creators of division
Without the ability of maths
Out of sight
But still adding up
Filling our oceans with plastic
Not snatched in the fishing nets
Scraping along the bed
Everything else getting caught
And tossed back
Death is slow
A grinding away, loss of lubricant
Bone on bone on rock
We chip away
Become sharp edges
Better tools for the slaughter
Eating whatever comes by next
Starving but well fed
This is peace
A place
Where nothing is good enough
So we create problems
A moral rot
Stuck on board
Our water filled with salt
There will be no quenching
Of this thirst
Having come from this water
Return we cannot
Ever evolving
A species transcending
And not ordinary
Unsatisfied, determined
Unwilling to settle
For what we've got:
Minds finding patterns
Others passed on
Dangerous thoughts
Revealing the human
Magnificence