the wave

how many pens halcyon bird ?

  what time we find the waves

                  knocking on the sea

  ' I was in the boat and we docked near  ... the shore of Phoenicia and the many deaths and they came to me ... crying, hollering... the dead hold ... filled with them, packed along the yarns? ...' 

the voice ascending upspeak on the dearth stroke of pine  the red words

spun

culvert in the gulf of war 

the nights long

the desert warm

hearing