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.
