Beyond the reach of high-tide

a horseshoe crab decays

on its articulated back

among shrapnel of shells and tossed remnants.

Rigored legs, the alien underbelly

naked offerings to the placid air and distant moon.

After a million years underwater,

I think it wanted to taste

forbidden dust and beach grass.

Now the ancient flesh

prepares for transformation

into Royal Tern, Sand Crab,

holy limestone.

Holocene Souvenir No. 46

Matthew Merson is a high school science teacher in the low-country of South Carolina. His other work can be found in Apocalypse Confidential.