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.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2024
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