Open sky above a cornflower sea
Smooth sand crumpled in waves
Red rust and so much dust
A slab that’s been eaten away
Crabs and octopuses live in little pools inside
Mosquitoes and frogs and little salty tree
The roof has almost gone
Where did it go?
Their is a staircase to nowhere
And a so many rusty walls
A frame for something
Little rusty machines whose purpose now is to provide shelter for oysters and plants and little spiders
Eels are near one end, hiding in a salty briny pool the waves have cavound away
A little sign still somehow hanging on for dear life says
“We work to make a better world.”
A little breeze and it finally lets go of its final rust filled screw
A clang. A noose. A place to be dead and be forgotten.
Tonight it is my home. Tomorrow I move on. I wounder if I want crab or eel for tea.