There is a
bone.
I settle upon
a quay
A huge final
transformation
After corrosion and
by the surfing
waters
splashing upon it,
far off , a
bone
craving helpless for
a comrade,
a swooping
bird
pecks upon it,
bone when surrounded
by blood and
breath
had strength and
stamina,
almost cracked
now,
who cares for it?
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