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