by Heinz Ross

Created on: July 10, 2010

ocean’s gifts refused

all things must die,

death does not come with reason

what did I do to live?

I hid behind the grains of sand

as snouts of boars gorged on my hatching siblings

at edge of dawn toiled through,

raced from the rising sun

thought safe, found crocs lay waiting still

cut short so many trails

dodged all to reach the cool,

escaped the birds, the fish, the sharks

that came to hunt, each made their claim,

I’ve travelled long, swam far and wide

each year our numbers thinning

but managed to grow old

no breath is left, as left I’m left

at sign that says ‘Carcasses’

with arrow pointing right,

left next to remnants of a feast

all things must die, and so have I,

as feast refused I boil amidst refuse,

death does not come with reason

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