To One Dead on the Sand

Imminent and enormous
The sea and the sky
Stand at your bier,
O you who lie
Half-buried in sand
And sea-weed black,
With your open bill
And the hole in your back.

So some one shot you?
There are worse graves
For one who lived
In clouds and waves,
And he who put
An end to your flying
May not have thought
Life satisfying.

Imminent and enormous
The sea and the sky
Make slow requiem
Sigh upon sigh.
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