All snug in their beds
All vast and
Stretching for miles
As far as a spit can be
Just under the surface
Bubbling and trembling
Do you remember
How we used to clam?
Pants rolled up
Buckets lined up
On the sand
We would dig
While the sun
Burned our shoulders
We could still
If the beds weren't all lost
As lost as the oysters
All dead in their beds
Since the most recent breaching
Old men with their buckets
Still can't hear the teaching
Lost oysters
Remember when we
Used to clam?