Sunday, April 18, 2021

Poem: Boulder Hit By Waves

 

Boulder Hit By Waves

 

talons of water

worry a bared gut.

 

vultures of froth

hover to devour slow.


terra firma pilloried,

the condemned prone

 

white beaks, 

an altar of basalt,

 

fate ensures 

the audience knows,


that Primal Harm:

 

to invoke fire, forge rock,

to found a very world--


of crawling, walking, hungry blood.

 

creation diverted,

neither brine nor abyss,


sin incarnate,

chained to volcanoes.





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Not a poem of resignation.

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