Three Thousand Deaths Exactly three thousand white crosses Symmetrically fixed in rows of forty-eight Aligned at attention across a sandy beach Vastly understate the reality. Fleeting symbols of a Sunday afternoon, Garnished with California seagulls, and a soft breeze Coaxing tiny sailboats from the yacht harbor, They shine in the sunlight, astonishing the tourists. Bypasers from LA and the Valley, gawking New Yorkers, Aussies and Londoners, Dutchmen and Turks, Gabblers.. Read More