"Yes" they told us, "this
is how it happens."
First, bones are revealed-
a sunken ship
white and rotted.
Next, strings grow lax.
Often completely torn away
from a rusted anchor,
followed by air
loosened from shafts.
Broken, billowing sails.
Waves grow gnarled,
returning to self.
At last, the calm.
The sea lies down-
a resting gull.
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