the log on the sea
doesn’t remember the axe
but it knows the bitter cut
of icy salt water
the salty sea
buoys the log
and doesn’t know the petals
of flame within the wood
waiting to be released
at high tide
there is little chance to
to wash ashore
at low tide
it will be swept out
among the seals
and the gulls
maybe
another beach
Tag: salt
saltwater (20160628)
begin in water
a stinking slime
of protein chains
so many links
of uncut summer fat sausages
emerge from the last life
dripping wet and bloody
emerge into the next life
pave the way
dripping
wet
bloody
our veins, rivers
leading to the ocean
of the heart
the salty water of
our throbbing veins
our throbbing heart
one ocean with many names
one heart in so many chests
we float
we drown
we float again
——
Poem 20150512
according to my high school
biology teacher
we are mostly water
sacks of salty liquid refreshment
a little fat
a little meat
some gristle and bones
but even the meat and bones
are mostly water
and if you could siphon that off
maybe reclaim the water
for the drought
and apply enough pressure and time
to the bones and powder-soft organs
we would all be diamonds
shiny, hard scintillating gems
Words and Feathers 