*your echoes die,
your voice is doused by life*
the minutiae washed away
and ground down to sand
dispersed in vesper tides
the feel of your touch
now just froth and bubble
food for fish and crablings
last words whispered on
the wind, whipped away
whilst i was busy,
making lists
and counting coins
oh to hear your shout
one last time
but no
you have left this place
and we must look to living
and leave the detrius
to the sea's forgiveness
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
*your echoes die,
your voice is doused by life*
the minutiae washed away
and ground down to sand
dispersed in vesper tides
the feel of your touch
now just froth and bubble
food for fish and crablings
last words whispered on
the wind, whipped away
whilst i was busy,
making lists
and counting coins
oh to hear your shout
one last time
but no
you have left this place
and we must look to living
and leave the detrius
to the sea's forgiveness
"your echoes die, your voice is doused by life" from Five Bells by Kenneth Slessor
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