Faces

Concrete faces banished,
Abandoned amid creeping corals,
Refusing to conform,
Hard edges clash against life’s movement.

Trapped under the weight of water,
Surrounded by chaotic movement,
Faces sit, isolated,
Confused, alone, crowded.

They must adapt to their new home,
Must accept their new situation,
Hard edges softening,
They settle on ocean floor.

Like shapeshifters, they merge,
Craving one another, becoming family,
Constricting into one,
Bound by death.

Hugging rough rock,
Blurring by changing corals,
Snaking around, through,
Crawling over stony faces.

Awakening lifeless shadows,
Once lost to the deep,
Now claimed by veins that harmonise,
Veins coaxing them to life.