Ten thousand starfish washed up on the shore
amazing bathers there. Like Greats of old,
a boy of ten, assigned himself the chore
of throwing each one back." Your plan is bold,"
a passing preacher said," but should you try
this task that has no end? You can't just cast
them all back in. It's likely most will die."
adding, " its in God's hands." as one sailed past.
The boy picked up another star, and said,
"To him, I'll bet it is a real big deal."
On hearing this, I pondered on 'the dead'
as beached and sprawled on rocks, twisted surreal,
each trussed in seaweed's snarl and yellowed foam,
and praying for a hand to toss them home.