Old (poem 3 of 12, half marathon)

A beach where we can grow old
Not retirement, just returning to dust

In the beginning
The children play tag
Hide and seek
Captured youth
In freeze frame

Vultures, snakes, and fish
No creatures can survive
The rock’s accelerated lifecycle
The dog dies and
Even the cutlery is rusty

Only racism thrives in such conditions
The black rapper, pseudonym, Mid-Size Sedan
Slashed across the face
Stabbed in the chest
Meets a violent end, no matter the pristine setting

Two of three children escape
The next morning
Aged hands
Shape sandcastles
And decode messages
Intended for former selves
The cryptic reveal, a way out
Through the coral-lined passage

The man that pulls the strings
The hotel manager who presented the exclusive opportunity
The hostess who served the drugged cocktails
Big pharm rocks the trials
A lifetime of testing in just one day.

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