![Free-eBooks.net](/resources/img/logo-nfe.png)
![All New Design](/resources/img/allnew.png)
Starfish, their backs sand-hard,
brutal, self-barnacled, naked-armored,
when flooded with rhythm
lie languorous, lipped with tentacles
floating through varying media.
Years die to be uncovered.
The African speechsong
on the re-found record
has lost its sting, stretch, bitterness,
a child could take home.
Silken-brushed velvet now wraps
ten years of pit-scars lifted
into justification of pain.
The starfish shatters
in sunskeins
into an animal.
African ivory-tooth
now turns from soft flesh
singing.
My eyes are filled with sand.