Thursday, March 09, 2006


In the sienna clay,
Slippery and eroded
Into a trough,
By water, fly green,
Metallic, like gunmetal,
Bitter on the tongue,
Sharp as saltpeter,
From a shell spent,
Ejected, its hot copper casing,
With a splash and sizzle,
Seeping into the Gulf.

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