we stood on shore
recreating a ticker-tape parade
with what little remained
of a beached whale
who drowned in the pitiless tide
though the bone and organ menagerie
was absent of joy
and it commemorated a moment
unworthy of confetti
or balloon saviors
it soothed the arthritis in our fingers
to make something
that would be absorb by the blackness
of its dehydrated eye
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