I have no wood

sculpture head statueI like to float in the sea upon my back, carried.  The stars wheel, ancient patterns, but I am prehistoric.  Upon the beach, an altar fire roars, but where are the worshipers?  I am thankful.  To kiss is the proper greeting among kin.  But driftwood is in short supply, I am inadequate, what shall I contribute?  Bone and shining fat, like Greek sacrifice, cracking, crackling.  The pain is brief, be fearless, and leap through the flame!

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