its death, polished by the dry rasp
of elements beyond reproach,
deposited above the beach
on spray-scoured scarps beyond my grasp.
Disinterred and dusted-up
by undiscerning wind and rain,
I negotiate a sense of pain
to dignify an end abrupt
and putrefying. A blood-spill
flecking gristly spume, a liquid spur
to ostracise meat from pulped fur
and skeleton of an animal
disassembled. My tear-ducts blame
its triggered claw. A life cut-short,
the ocean heaves its clamped report,
mute to cede the surgeon's name.