The Badger on the Beach

The Badger on the Beach

The badger on the beach has gone -
fifty-two days it stayed and decayed.
Every I'd go down and cover it with shingle,
every day someone, some thing,
had got at it, uncovered it, chewed it,
latterly dragged it ten, twenty feet.
Still, at that pace it would have stayed
months more.It was beginning
to seem like an old friend,
a dirty old tramp or a bag lady
and I'd offer it the solace
of a shingle overcoat
to keep the flies and others off.
I knew he wouldn't last.
There's a lot of nature out there
eager to claim......things.......all things
eventually.