Sun Burned
Sun burned,
I sail into the bay.
Behold the battleships,
bringing our slain boys back.
Still broken soldiers,
with sore bruises,
they search for a soft body,
and a sliver of bacon.
The black ship soot is on my soles,
and my bathing suit like burnt sienna
In the sunbeams
that bounce, like baby spiders
bungee jumping.
