The Port

Gravestones piled on an openshore,
a basin for pelicans bathed in crude.
oil- soaked feathers expand ardent wings,
dried by the solemnity of aghast winds.

Thrilled as they watch eyes torched
from droplets of entrails ripped from the sky's womb.
robbed like a snatch in one uneventful afternoon,
where complications lacerate on a bummed knee:

Death is therefore reprieved.
body shivers tactless heat of midday assault.

Tendencies of gilded beaks to scratch skin is on high,
like sun over manured pastures
and warm yellow streams:

Thick to congest the lungs of traffic.
punctures inhabited sponge of cavity.

Breath gas as dry as thin ice.
anatomies unveil on the nasal throat.

As ghosts sway in stop-motion pace
over cracks on trampled maps,
Bouncing off the globe.

Pelicans delivered yet another abortion.