Whisper

Fifty miles out you will find
arrowheads and flint tools
evidence of human lives
imprinted on the sea floor.

Fifty miles inland you will find
shark's teeth large as a woman's
head evidence of monster ghost
shadows threaded with stone.

The sea longs to return for love, to
reclaim an old route my heart has
forgotten. Is there a mark on my face

of Caine
of razor wire?

Shall I vanish as the earth is
devoured by the sea? As time
spools and folds this prison
will be ravished. the cells
filled with holy waters eroded
by the faithful sea and leaving
only the faintest trace it was ever there.