I got the idea from one of your old stories. Building golems out of river mud and whatnot. Except I didn’t want a golem. I just wanted you back by my side.
Peddling clayware in the sweltering... [+]
There is a place by the ocean,
a burial site for flesh and steel
where mast meets cross
and mermaid bowsprit conspires
with moss-choked stone angel.
The insects falter in their
missteps of appendages
They nibble on salt-corroded metal
and nestle in rot-sweet chest cavities.
And there, below the ground,
paying the baffled insects no mind,
the ship and human bones