Licorice

Whipping palms like horsetail flicking
Reaching itches that are hard to reach
And the sound is constant
And the breeze is violent
Salt coating me
Ants cover me
Build a hill on me
Name it after me
A big cauldron churning
The powerlines are burning
I step, it stings
Yet I'm smiling
And the breeze is violent
Salt coating me
Ants cover me
Build a hill on me
In my memory