They Won’t Return: Haunt of Thieves

Posted by ractrose on 6 Oct 2017 in Art, Poems

    Haunt of Thieves They Won’t Return   Tide fans up the estuary a warm salt froth That rinses rot, that hinge of flesh Holding a clamshell shut The gulls discard them careless cracked To bake and stink with dragging seaweed And wooden ribs will lose their battle The fisher in his stilt-house barters […]