An object watching grave tragedy
Stoning on the ocean floor
The tides turn me over and over
Smoothening my rough edges
Fish hide behind me sometimes
Other pick me up,
use me for decorations
Once a wave tossed me
With tremendous force
into the stratosphere
I flew in the whistling wind
with the fish and tortoises
And trees and cars and houses and childen
Disgorged onto a street filled with water
I hit the ground rolling
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