RISE AND FALL RHYTHMICALLY
The dead from all times past in all places
rise and fall rhythmically
like ocean tide only unchanging
yet the feeling of revulsion
overdone/redone
never ceases to shock the soul to pieces
washing electric white flash through the body
to taper off in small tinklings
shell walker stripped of all
it's hard to know at one time he was not a shell at all
waiting anxiously to be crushed to pieces
by the beach combing God
he knows will walk by
passing this section of shore line in time
all sound ever emitted rises and escapes
to travel on endlessly
finger prints of a human being
their waves brush by stars who understand us
as little as we understand them