The starlings and the sad seagulls
Slowly searched the sandy shores
But the barren beach does not hold
Any clams or other life as it had before
Only my soft footprints mar the earth
And the birds are glad give my grief wide birth

Slick stones flew skipping through
To memories of me and little you
Tiny ticklish toes laughing cheeks blushing
The bitter briny ocean always rushing
While deep wells of water rise
To meet the slaughter of innocence
Partly sad and quite belligerent
Wailing words of rage incoherent
I curse the beauty before me

The last cold wet cloth is removed
At last the tiny body is moved
As the ocean exhales foam

I sit upon the shore to cry and puke
Chunks of greasy guilt and grief
In the form of bubonic blood laden *****
Followed by furious fits red phlegm

I beg the ocean to take me instead of him
But there is no mercy in Poseidon’s face
Only the grimness of this painful place
As I wait to find my final fate
Only meters away from my little brothers
Burial space