CROWED

CROWED

cast your stomach into
the river, augur, let

the current carry away
the smoke, sweet and
skullsick, your

legs only need to be
an hour long, you

hope.

UPON THE ROCKS

UPON THE ROCKS

all tails laid aside,

long ago they were taught

what it is to wait.

their beauty shaped,

like the cliffs, by the

constant crash of the captured sea,

by the weight of the waves

and the weeks, carrying away

all that will no longer be

a part of their whole.

SIGH TUN SCENE

SIGH TUN SCENE

hear as yore chants,

on tea kin, on red,

on herd—

awl these tars

cold bay long

two ewe, in

state hay weight,

ah loan, on

scene, called end

dissed ant.