300 sharks slam onto a beach of
the Gulf of Mexico,
bleeding from their snouts, dead,
graveyard of carcasses, staring eyes.
A boy points,
his parents turn him away,
waves whisper "Los Muertos dias".
The day of the dead is increasing,changing, skeletons
litter the shore with a rotten stench,
a red pool soaks the sand.
the Gulf of Mexico,
bleeding from their snouts, dead,
graveyard of carcasses, staring eyes.
A boy points,
his parents turn him away,
waves whisper "Los Muertos dias".
The day of the dead is increasing,changing, skeletons
litter the shore with a rotten stench,
a red pool soaks the sand.
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