After Life
Immortal waves of time,
Clamour on the sea of life,
They crash down on the crags of flesh
And wear them to the grains.
The cells, the salted dust,
The sand beneath the hooves,
The iron feet of giants
Severed down to vanished forms.
Gulls of storm-head black,
Eyes of granite beads,
And beaks derived of bone-yards
House their aspic sodden tongues.
Cries that ram the caves
Vibrating screeching goads the dark,
Receding as the dying light
In seconds after life.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2007
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