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Day 120 – Island King of Gulls

The great crime of your heart is wetness.

If you were unflinching, a height of dry land,
I could admire how you protect your sands,

but you sink to meet the tide
and let your ruin soak through.

And the gulls on your shore
get their wings drenched-
they can’t fly from you
but they won’t fly for you, either.

Their chemical mouths shrill out
underwater,
choke out those bubbling secrets
of their water-boarding king,

the mermaids and fishermen alike
hear the cries and turn their backs,

and you wake to more murdered birds.

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