is the bone house where sunrise lives. It opens
like a hand, fleshy fingers in armor; it is
the trumpet that calls night across the surf
and drives away evil spirits. It is the fierce
defender of coral; it devours
thorny arms that scrape reefs bare.
It is succulent flesh embedded with
chatoyant pink stones, all cased in bone.
It shines dawn, sings dusk; it eats, is eaten.
It is the shell and the creature that makes the shell.
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