“On the beach”

Death litters the beach
row upon row
what once lived
moved, ate
now eaten
by wind
and bird

Death comes in colors
row upon row
white of bone that is not bone
yellow, beige, speckled orange
moisture glistens on curves
rippling arches, fans
by nature’s

Death crunches underfoot
row upon row
cast up
by the ceaseless tides
the waves make other waves
leaving only a feast
of death
to please
our eyes. — PL


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