Like anvils and axe heads

There are men now walking into the water
How thickly they come
How like tangled ribs they look

How heavy their coats must be
pockets full of fists
to weight them

Everything behind us
has turned to ash

The sky is slow falling grey

We sit like heavy stones
and dull eyed
from the dunes

we watch them

going under
coming up wet lungs and flailing
then going under again.

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