The Lifeguard Swallowed 3 Whistles


I rise for the tired,
Muse at what is introduced and misunderstood all at once.

Salute a chicken ready to be plucked and served
To a family of five.

I live pieces of flesh
For the dead I believe left me too soon in life.

Throw darts of death,
Warned disease,
Down my human holes .. pipes
I know all too well.

Piecing together a mosaic that brings
Creatures into existence.

The salt that makes the ground clean,
It all has buoyancy somehow.

Many
Many
Miles away.