The sun punctures the sand and water

Like a stabbing knife

The waves wash up the sand

And reject all death in strife

If it could

It would purge itself of all life

Ever mystifying is the moon

Illuminating the waves in night

Where people see beauty

I imagine beasts in wingless flight

Waiting for me to return

Letting my wounds bleed

Feeling my wounds burn

 Consuming me before I drown

The smell of salt and rotting carcasses

Reminds me of what’s there

Billions of years of rejection

Another million for shame

Now I stand here in the moonlight

Taunting my own reflection

Who are we to blame?


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