Go Fish

We drown, fishes dependent
On the fresh crisp air
Of a land we were never meant to set fin upon
Our dead bodies riding
The waves unloving
The currents unhalting
Unceremonious tossing
No burial for us, we are graves in motion
Plucked from dignity

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