Epitaph

Back to the shoreline, you stroked

with reverent fingers, weathered

wet and cold between the eyes

 

My sisters came and picked my bones

 

Caused salty scratches to the skin

A public nakedness for all to see

Soon forgotten as the earth passed

 

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