and yes that is …
yes they will kiss you
behind your back when you turn around
they are behind your back
the grey waves spitting out
white teeth no more be snarled
than these skin lapped poles
yes they beguile you
with stories of their sunny shores
they are under where you stood
bottomless sand between your toes
flowing where no legs stand firm
petulant in their caught looks at times
and yes the gone
the sometimes back sometimes
and sometimes sometimes sometimes
palmed off rocks the slidden grey
undressed the corpses lost the way the sea
has clothed ripped rags of sky unripped by sea
lost in the ungrowing of wooden groynes
every dry skulled tear runs away this way
yes and that is
the yearning here
and yes that is
the gnawing knowing that out there somewhere
are the real bones sunken away
far below the seaweeds soft caress
bereft hag stone wanderers of shores and mind
all mankind toppleless and beached
considering the drowned once dryad winds
not one ambivalent kiss rescinds
and yes that is …
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