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Bone Beach

Over time, they washed up on the beach From salt and sun, they were permanently bleached Bones preserved well, larger ones are from whale But, human bones also here somehow reached. Centuries ago, there had been a shipwreck Hundreds of slaves chained below the foredeck Now they are found on this hallowed ground On Bone Beach they have found freedom yet. From the bones you can’t distinguish slave from slave holder Though you can tell the young from the older The seas didn’t care whose bones they put there The beauty of Bone Beach is in the eye of the beholder. The sands on Bone Beach make for a shallow grave No telling if any of their souls had been saved No eulogies given; don’t know who was forgiven But I bet these are bones of the brave. Please don’t disturb any of the bones where they lay Another storm may come take them away On the next trip they will return to the ship Or so the Bone Beach myth-tellers say.

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