skin as clean as the ocean
salt water in your blood
bones would settle sweetly
among the singing sands

she would shatter like
a blue tile
that adorns mother's kitchen
looking over the sea

we watch the whales come in at dawn
and as the dusk draws near
the sailboats heave in with nets
shaking heavy with the flashing fish

and brown, wrinkled fishermen
who cut fast into the ****** fish with their knives
slaves to the sea
and sons of the tides