Out and under

Green bush in an arid land,

Playground with no children – derelict sand,

Tin boat moaning across water,

Lines hanging off side luring fish to their slaughter,

Lone dog following lame old man,

Meandering down brown beach through crushed and rusted cans,

Crying wind carrying grey pelicans in its breath,

Ragged flocks of seagulls screaming in distress,

Impure thoughts as they watch from a distance,

Plotting the end of every existence…

Life jacket! Life jacket! Death.

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