Death and Life in One Episode... by S. Pelham FloodThe driftwood hasn't seen water in days.
Dried up, it lies upon the dead grasses that line the beach,
krill suffocated beneath its splintered weight, stinking
up the waves that lap at the glistening white shore.
Black flies do what they do best and feed off the flesh
slowly eating away the stink, eating away the rotting particles
of the bottom of nature's food chain while black ants work hard
at storing food away for the upcoming storm season.
Crawling inbetween sand grains and diving in search of the nearest tunnel
to take them to the colony; millions of legs of life, constantly in motion. 07/02/2006 Posted on 07/02/2006 Copyright © 2024 S. Pelham Flood
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Posted by Deborah S Regan on 07/02/06 at 03:21 PM The ending couplet is a nice touch. The sights and smells I imagine reading this are nauseating and I love the beach so much! this is a good poem. |
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