November 29, 2011 § Leave a comment

whatever beach
you find yourself on
waiting for the fishes
to stick their heads

out of the water
to turn their
attention shoreward

the beach
in that moment
will be yours alone

surely, they will listen
yours, a life spent
getting the eulogy just right
practiced on birds

ran by reptiles
even mammals not unlike
yourself, all blinking
without much

the fish, they
who hold history of
every human
utterance thusfar

they, whose chronicles
are kept orderly
for others who
number less
than stars
seen at dawns breaking

they must care
it is, after all,
worded so beautifully


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