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from SORROW ARROW
There’s oil in the plankton that lines the ocean
On the fifth morning you rise, air around you soft as islands
The white dog shits in the grass
You want your dream masts to rise
Oil covers the sloping lawn
The black dog eyes the roses
You want to put the cold egg of her breast in your mouth
Trash gilding the roadside bramble
You walk to the store
The first level of the food chain is contaminated
Giant rocks covered in oil
You sit in your body, quietly making blood
Wild blood
Bird of the world
On the fifth morning you rise, air around you soft as islands
The white dog shits in the grass
You want your dream masts to rise
Oil covers the sloping lawn
The black dog eyes the roses
You want to put the cold egg of her breast in your mouth
Trash gilding the roadside bramble
You walk to the store
The first level of the food chain is contaminated
Giant rocks covered in oil
You sit in your body, quietly making blood
Wild blood
Bird of the world
Posted 08/21/10