Limestone, and Sandstone Too

When the last of us too is gone,
a dolphin and a gull will swallow the memory
of some tribe. Strayed off, forsaken,
on the shore, crumbled from the cliffs.

Then people will pass. And they will stay.
They’ll swim with the gull and the dolphin…
They’ll lift cupped hands to splash themselves
and a part of us will wash their lips.