it buries you alive

when you're a child of five

they bury you alive

in the soft sand and sea sweat

til there's nothing that's left

but your feet and sun kissed head

/

it'd be a fine death bed

you, so sapient, so small

as specks that ceaseless crawl

in your nose and mouth, and pass

through you, the hourglass–

/

to taste the tinctures of time

venom in throat does climb

like honey rots baby tooth

jellyfish stung you, youth

your veins still course its resolve

/

tentacles tinsel strands

careless of beauty, mar

you've worn that sacred scar

as a brand from secret rite

and went on swimming in spite

/

some would build a castle

to be their lord and vassal

you wrote book of shorelines

it tattered in fine salt wines–

prussian waves, they scumbled

/

those kingdoms since have crumbled

how did they stand so staunch?

life was the sea in a conch

you'd forgot what triton sought

now you sunbathe in a thought

/

of being a child–

how our dreams would run wild

at the beach tucked in bed

only your feet and your head

laid upon crests of seafoam

/

But until then, go, roam

Leave your footprints in the loam

/

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