the Scavenger
scows
scud night tides to prowl for stinking treasure
riches rise, fall, churn in watery forces
unknown
I’m finding them and finding more as
well
unspoken verbal gems embodied and able
scents creep in the stream before
dawn
funny
what is found in the flood
things
with no conscience
labels without trash
trash
without labels
uncertain
outcomes wait for reason to speak
selves of
dismantled weapons are left behind
finery transforms
to rags of slippery pasts
creatures
natural or butchered
corporeal
or discorporate
in tree branches,
weeds
stately
and ridiculous
wave in
greeting to say
pardon me drifting
by
as words form
within me:
if your struggle is forgotten beneath
dark water
surface now all aboard my barge of night
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