Sinks of Gandy
Just off the Dry Fork Road
a cave
offers cover from a storm
I can’t see to see
But the dark
Anything can happen
in the dark
Life in the sea-bottom sulfide
of hydrothermal vents
an upstream surge of semen
toward the fallopian tubes
the bank where the last elk
was killed
The last
::
Here
I knew that we would
all disappear
one way or another
A sleeping secret
tucked in my brain
like an aneurism
Little black moth
waiting to take wing
Posted 01/21/11
The second section of this appeared in Southern Poetry Review as "Here".