MUMBLING  MARBLE MOUTH

The shadows of light

drive by my wall, I’m blacked

out in bed-bound.

PHOTOGRAPH OF A SHARK

 

Basking on the tide

less shore of Kerry the cool

spray of sea carries scent

Her last contortion

can be seen like a pulsing

fossil in sandstone

 

Last remark stunned eyes

open, sandblasted through

her lifeless gills

 

She cannot be not 

beautiful, the sack of womb 

stranded like a condom 

 

Beyond in the sinking

Contours boneless the new born

Camouflaged in sand.