Evans Bay

Listen to Mother lying
 Restless
 The slow grinding of her teeth
 The seething breath
 A long slow foamy breath
 In, crush grumble hush
 Out, slash hiss shush
 Looking
 Full and full and empty
 Down to the mossy rock depths
 Cupping the land in her hand
 Hoarding a treasure
 Of cans and tires and broken
 metal shards
 Bones of earth and bones of man
 And she lies
 Lies and mutters stonily
 From me, to me
 from me, to me
 Bear me up, lay me down
 Let my bones float away
 Take my weight at last
 From me
 Wash me with slow release