The Beach       The grain of black and white film runs backwards, a picture show rewinding each gun in the cement bunker taking back barbed words undoing the damage of hasty speech blood drained from the surface of the water Soldiers rise in resuscitation a moment in the rocket, flesh made whole eyes wild, with salt on the tongue, shoulders set on war with the current, fingers hypothermic orders shouted in an alien language ending in an echo in the retreating steel drum boat         - Joshua Gibson-Fraser