Down the tree-lined
road,
Where the pavement ends,
And the salty green begins.
A captain lays in solitude.
A settler
of this old town,
His story now forgotten.
All that is left is a stone,
Wisteria wrapping around it-
As if vines alone could sail him home.
So quick we
are to pass blindly by the deceased.
Playing childhood games of holding our breath,
And ignoring the way the sea plundered him to death.
Centuries
have gone by and the times have surely changed.
But there is no denying the infallible truth,
That the earth in all her might will simply swallow you.
