Original journal date...Sometime in late 2013

On the rocks
    Facing East
    Pecked by buzzards
    Vibrating with the tremors of winged insects

Once of perfume
Now of earthly flesh
    A signal for flies to lay their unborn to hatch
    To carve out and return to the earth
    What it once possessed

In a ceremony
    In the heat and splendor of a rising sun
    Laying its embrace upon the rocky seawall
    Welcoming home

<Edited for content January 26/2014>

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