On the apocalyptic beach of tomorrow
A girl cut her toe on broken glass
Once sea worn by the sea varied shades of blue and green
The white sands tarry black crushed shells
Now shards of metal
The crustaceans drunkenly side dance
Brown sludge foam
Blows heavily on the wrecked shore
Where she bleeds
A lone figure--so rare
to be seen
The thunder of laughter here once
Now totally gone
As life that once existed
She longed for something unknown
Un-named and unspoken
Real just the same
She walks on the shore of broken bone
Collecting for her pocket
Nothing
The reverence of this stirs ancient things
Hope whispers
The ghost of humanity breathing in her soul
sb 2011
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