Monumental

Erasures of the moment’s song,
Spread disease among
Men with belts around their necks,
Who have disdain for Disney World.

The offering upon my grave site,
Speaks in four languages;
Carries the earth upon its back,
Belly up and toward the sky.

The more desolate parts of me,
Wither and withdraw a while,
While I step, entering and exiting
The salted sea; free of care;
Monotonously estranging myself
From any form of government or religion.

It is here I find God between
Salt water and sand;
Screaming in decibels
Too high to understand,

And upon the beach inscribed,
The name of the Lord.

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