Sunday, 13 April 2014


I will plant my feet
Upon the sand
And feel the grains
Commingle with my skin
Embed themselves
In the fabric of me
And make me theirs
Turn me, slowly
Into vacant stone
Hardened to the wind
And water
Swirling about
My unmoving ankles
And I will be a statue
Soulless rock
Impervious to the seasons
Until my time has come
And bit by bit
I will fall away
The ground will quake
Beneath my stony feet
And I will break
Rent asunder
By my brittle being
First a finger
Then a hand, an arm
A breast, a shoulder
Smashed to ash and dust
Until I am sand

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