Washed-Up

Heavy on the floor of a river
Devoid of any movement

Impervious to the ebbs and flows
Of famine, fire, floods

Settled among the sediment
Content to let it all wash over

No tension, terror, or tremor
To cause tired toes to tremble

All around and above
Life continues to course

Each beleaguered breath blown
Sinks deeper into a riverbed home

All around and surrounding
Duties attempt a jostling

Old leaves, stones, twigs and branches
Useless to rouse these weary bones

Here to rest, as the world moves past
a loggy place for a washed-out body

Content to ignore what is
All around above and surrounding

Each bleary breath blown

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