Yellow tape tied to sticks in the ground
surrounded the beach.
100 metres corner to corner.
The waves splashed gently
inside the area now known as
"Police. Caution! Do Not Cross."
The sea lapped, unnoticed,
at the shape,
it had cradled and carried
and delivered to the land.
Pink turning grey and swollen.
Jelly-like with matted seaweed hair.
Now covered with flies and gritted sand and
a by-passer's towel.
An act of decency and dignity to the dead.
For this beached deceased mermaid,
spat out from the deep bitter marine,
was once a girl who
laughed and lived.
Now, she was Jane Doe.
A homicide.
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