There Were Many Shipwrecks Here.
On a robust breeze, the sunset flares
through the ripe peach filtered clouds.
As they extend garish golden glaze
past bleached sands, salted corpses.
Cold crying of sailors washed clean
slipping off the clambering crabs.
Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr. | Year Posted 2010
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