Extraterrestrial Postcolonial

Standing alone the white walls
Stained by the waves at their base
Echo a loneliness white

Could not possibly contain,
Walls ever keep for themselves.
They share. They boom back the surf

With such force it reminds you
To take an hour to wonder
About all the empty worlds

Of sound and light, textures, smells,
But maybe nothing alive
Beyond waves chewing ruins.

Standing alone the white walls
Waiting for constellations.