200,000 flesh and counting
freshly
swallowed by dribbling waves
then vomitted back into
A throat - shore
like slaughtered debris of corpes
think of the loss
by monstrous sea belly
Glutonous waves waiting
for innocent flesh
in another grim of oceanic feastivity
unpredictable
As surfer's death
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