treasure poem


As is his right,
King Tide gorges regally on sand dunes, stolen
in a raid long ago by a tough rabble of thieves
spinifex, pigface, sheoak
to name just a few of the shameless hoarders
sand          is land, precious as the water we drink
sand          reclaimed as land for thousands of years past
sand          lost to sea in the now and the future
King Tide retreats, dark glistening robes flowing closer to his heart,
smug satisfaction of the winner with a belly full
of treasure.