one man alone on an island

one man alone on an island,

the waves do not curve around him, no

they pumble him like the rest of the pebbles 

in the sand.

he grabs a coconut from a tree, only to find

bugs have infested the coconut’s flesh as their own

the sun’s rays bubble his once smooth skin

he thought the sun was there to tan him golden brown

in fact,

everything that his kind made

were all protectors from this planet

sunblock to keep away the sun

jetties to keep away the water

knives to open the coconut first

perhaps this land wasn’t made for us afterall- he thought

we must survive just as the rest