What taste is it to move the skin along the sand
Wet and new in early morning
Like a thing just birthed, mouth gaping for air
Fins useless against the ground
Eyes lidless with soulless stare
The waves preach a promise
Feet away that I can not reach
Pouring toward but never over
Close, and yet no closer
Heavy gravity pulls
The sun rolls its weight across the sky
The gills cease to move and grow still
The indifferent world does not see the newly-born die
The sand dries
The scales pull away
Birds venture their beaks in between rotten ribs
And pluck unused organs, stinking in the heat
And at night a ghost crab, bleak eyes aloft and blank
Stands shadow-like over, and moves its claws
The wind passes over
The sand
The sand passes over
The body
The world passes over
And nothing has changed.
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