Sunday, March 3, 2013

The Aeschylus Rock

Fresh corpse of a baby gull

splayed against a shore rock.

Feathers, guts, skin case, stain,

the sections of the skeleton

like parts of a pictograph,

neck, skull, eye hole, keel,

ribs, ilium, wing bones, claws,

thing that had not flown long

dropped by an eagle or hawk. 

The tide will find it in an hour

and take what is left of it,

but for now the bones manacle

the carcass to the dry rock

while the shore rats run out

of nests to get at it. Sunlight

embraces it. The thief of fire

deep within the rock drinks

and eats it and lives forever.

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