Supine on the ocean wave,
hair long, like Aphrodite
body bruised upon the sand.

Three clues from west to east:

the red flecked LA crime novella,
an English wristwatch set Greenwich Meantime,
the Kalashnakov rifle by her cold left hand.

She spins barrel-like on surf,
Bullet through the cerebellum,
flesh wrestling in Moby Dick blood.

Steven Porter