A man collecting cockles on a beach.
“It scrubs
And scours: it chews rocks
To sand: its embraces
Leave you without breath. Mostly
it is stomach, where bones,
Wrecks, continents, are digested.”
The Sea, R. S Thomas (29/Mar/1913 – 25/Sept/2000).
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