Grain

July 13, 2005

my wrinkled shriveled carcass washes up
against her salty sand.
seeping into my cuts and sores,
her jagged rocks
rip and stretch my haggard meat.
and cut against my chipping bones.

on her sea of grains, crabs claw at my fingernails
they pull and tug until i snap with satisfaction.

birds,
once singing with our great harmony
now pick at my eyes with
infected beaks.
they clip the whites of my eyes
and wash it down with rabid yolk.

how could it end this way?
so desolate. so complete. so perfect.

to be that coconut
way up there
to be spared
how lucky