Speak! he spoke, And I will salvage those sad remains.
The bereaved listened to the ravings of one not right in his mind,
Shaking their heads. For surely, these shore-washed were not remains.
Life would return. Legacy could bide its time. Their hopes were just lying in wait.
Speak! the challenger spoke. And I will sanctify their memory.
They stayed mum. For memory was defeat, that last maggot’s meal.
Speak! the death-bringer dared them.
The stalwart stayed their course through the storm-words.
For what fool would falter and allow the fallen their grave?
Why won’t you speak? he wailed with war-torn eyes.
The algae-covered rose in answer and advanced.