“More than 10,000 people have died trying to cross the Mediterranean Sea to get to Europe since 2014, the United Nations announced on Tuesday.” Enough by Angela France
When the seas have had enough,
when the crabs and starfish
have had too much, when the seabed
can cradle no more, they’ll show
it’s overdone. The sands
will buck and heave and the waves
gather themselves, pulling back
to scour their roots, building strength
to throw detritus far inland.
At St Tropez and Cannes,
on private beaches and marinas,
the bones pile up. Skulls dome
through golden sands, femurs
and tibias jam the gardeners’
rakes. Small ribcages, tangled
in fake lifejackets, hang
from the rigging of yachts.
All day, brooms and shovels
scrape the paths and gardens,
heaping up the bones
which rattle and whisper
can you see us now?
“More than 10,000 people have died trying to cross the Mediterranean Sea to get to Europe since 2014, the United Nations announced on Tuesday.”