Shark Light
"...mine was the shark-light
followed as hair-line
fracture to opening fens
I was born on an
earth much smaller
than holy-oaks
are, & now equal
their ash
I will warble away my material hearses
of whom such dystopian wing-eating stands
a Trans-Am inert
w/ the number of dead
still buying small
moon rocks of hat
one lung opened
at maximum recess
its gainly condition
& cured all the oars in a similar warmth
where rowing now follows an effortless joy
splendid diminishing rust
& split glows, equal
to each quit neglect"
Issue #3
