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Mary Stanley

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The Wrecks

Offshore, sea beached these wrecks, their ribs
picked clean by seasons of salt, and here
the raping wave is master at last.

No bell is burial. Shag and gull
preach their heresies over the drowned
and foundered derelicts no one mourns.



Mary Stanley

Last updated 26 November, 2002