This Is What Remains
Pink granite karma, the white-capped sea
entangled by the downpour of bodies.
Almost gently,
a crack sways between two ferns.
The sun, with patience, counts
the cost, turns the pages of post-history.
Nothing else remains.
This Is What Remains
Pink granite karma, the white-capped sea
entangled by the downpour of bodies.
Almost gently,
a crack sways between two ferns.
The sun, with patience, counts
the cost, turns the pages of post-history.
Nothing else remains.