Sunday, May 11, 2008

Walk up Eildon

Pill Hill

Above: The concrete crust
bottles smashed
their messages lie
sometimes
the crow crows
Below:
Dark fluids
swirl and elude
seeking an opening
to flood
the fish fishes.

Between:
You and I
brittle concrete
the shell shells.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

this is a wecka-poem .