The Piper

Sandpipers on a deserted beach
Beseech each other to follow,
Yet one remains to pick a crab’s
Flies devouring decay.

Lapping seas creep up,
The piper hears its call,
It wheels and turns,
Crying in dismay.

Sand and streams of silence
Echo behind.

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