Friday, 2 February 2018


mouth spitting out 
salty water
feet already beneath
the sand
lost dreams swept back and forth
never to settle never
to reform
unless mangroves bind them
bring them back to life
if deposited
still at the mercy of the wind
the waves
already clawing them back

waves push hard against the chest
if the undercurrent secret lover
of the moon finds the wind
and the time of day favourable
it has the power to haul the feet
out of the sand
drag the body away
ignores the hand that struggles to wave
quickly fills the throat to steal
the voice no
cries for help

another whole
broken down
and memory for those on the shore
their voices to record
the horror
though water and wind 
heed not

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