For

Forgotten 

But never quite

Forgotten 

washed up on the sand less shore

so many bones 

where can I bury

what has yet to die

for more I seek

yet less is mine

more I beg

at rationed scraps

to sop up salt 

drippy on the wood

but ship is set

to sea my temptress

to plank and stern

mold is but an afterthought 

Forgotten 

But never

Forgotten