Saturday, November 30, 2013


five years...with the length of five years...

and life is indeed a beach

where out on the dead shingle

ruins of what has been wash up

putrid in end of their time

out of the sea-wreck comes the new life

we who are carcass feed we who are scavengers

the tiny crabs scuttling thought the waste

to begin again in this dark damp surge of life....

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