Beeched

Waves caress the thinning body of a beached whale
And only the birds know,
As they fly off with blubber in their beaks,
Why this behemoth
Rolled itself on shore.

They laugh
As it drowns
In obese snuffling air.
High pitched cries
Unheard by our ears,

It's flesh,
like stone,
Worn by time.
A Buddhachrist
Knowing the weight of the world,
Or close enough,
To crawl
And bathe itself
In dry sacrifice.