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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