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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