Constructions

Flotsam & Jetsam

Pale edge of land
stretch into the distance
as far as I can see
Tide rise
and reveal all
what the sand had tried to
bury away

Broken boxes
scattering the ground
caressing water
splinters all around

Past has
sung of shipwreck
I stand on the pier and
cling to the land
Famous are the last words
raining down from the sky
a hesitating roar

by the waves
a body washed ashore
I looked away
bewildered to the core
and the wind began to howl at me
I saw something that I should've never seen
Now I'm all
lost for words
like the dead

And the face I'm looking into
is the face of someone I knew
I am me and what I see is me
I am me and what I see is me

And the face I'm looking into
is the face of someone I knew
I am me and what I see is me