Full Fathom Five
© November 15th, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
Tiredness rIses, a wave
That washes bones
Which float,
Then sink,
Bleached yellow by time
And sun, and a life
Run by clocks
Whose ticking, asynchronous
And arrhythmic,
Tocks away the hours;
And a life run
By the whims
Of others, whose
Lives are run
By the whims
Of others.
And mothers, and fathers,
And sisters and brothers
And friends, and enemies,
And people unknown.
Float in and out our porous
Bones, adding, subtracting
Calcifying and ossifying.
And the bones
Swirl and sink
SIng and drop
Down, down, down
Into the heart
Of the sea,
And they sing all the while,
Until we seize up, and stop.
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