Dune Heath

by Frances Wilde, edited by Hannah Clarke

Huge rodent skulls litter the landscape,

Turned, nose up,

Against the wind,

Scorning the waves,

With fungal growths feasting on

Their bodies.

 

Rustling crustily in the gelid wind,

The rattling bones

Stand for the padded past, yet

Sentiments of nostalgia

Will be covered

By the oncoming Dunes.

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