Bone beach

As the rain pitter patters on the rough terrain The debris is washed upon the shore The seaweed’s olive pods afloat Driftwood intertwined with hardcore They look like sticks upon the beach Speckled through the golden sands Scattered here in disarray Displayed like praying hands The ivory sticks can be seen beyond reach As they emerge from beneath the sea The sheer mass of bone; an exquisite display When venturing down to bone beach