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BACK Since 1996 Volume XXI Christina Pacosz
The Beach at the End of the World
Pirates they said Invaders Rocky black yellow green white sand Mossy cleft It was salt It was fresh It was toxic abalone whelk loggerhead turtle dolphin sturgeon smelt There were beachcombers Tourists Hip hop partiers They were picking up moon snail shells kelp river clams metal trash Shark someone shouted Blood in the water Noxious chemicals dangerous radioactive lethal No one gave a shout out about those There were runaways they said Young lovers A woman sleeping above tide line her head popped like a melon when the beach patrol hit her Waves coming in Coming toward it all Blue green red Waves were on fire the survivors said From the chemicals In the water On the beach
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