By | 1 February 2014

dawn unleashes
her molten hoard

a lucent slick
assailing land

2 snakebirds wrought
from whitby jet

incise its skin
to break their fast

a boat named hope
is coaxed from sleep

she clears her throat
her bilges spit

a shoal of diesel rainbows
spawning in her wake

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