Relic
I found this jawbone at the sea’s edge:
There, crabs, dogfish, broken by the breakers or tossed
To flap for half an hour and turn to a crust
Continue the beginning.
The deeps are cold:
In that darkness camaraderie does not hold.
Nothing touches but, clutching, devours.
And the jaws,
Before they are satisfied or their stretched purpose
Slacken, go down jaws; go gnawn bare. Jaws
Eat and are finished and the jawbone comes to the beach: This is the
sea’s achievement; with shells,
Verterbrae, claws, carapaces, skulls.
Time in the sea eats its tail, thrives, casts these
Indigestibles, the spars of purposes
That failed far from the surface.
None grow rich in the sea.
This curved jawbone did not laugh
But gripped, gripped and is now a cenotaph.
by Ted Hughes
