Yellowed
vellum pages turn
as a moths dancing soliloquy
makes drunken shadows on the ancient pages
the wine-stained ink of blood
in the false light of history.
Victorious monuments rising
from the bone piles of the living
mystery, as the waves break
upon this fertile earth,
draining to bleach bones and shells.
This dawns leaden weight of clouds
resting silently on the beach
amidst the crying gulls
and salty tears of ocean mist.
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