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Third prize winner of the 1st Jackpine Sonnet Contest.
~after Camille Martin’s "box sonnets"
and if the molecules and if one binds to that other on the water the water’s currents spin in the oceans that are one water and are not empty but open swirls to all our detritus and when the plastic sun-kissed bits pink as plankton and red as shrimp or masked as krill and the entropy if the fish and if the birds eat the fish and if the birds feed their young and the young die with red bottle caps stuck in their bellies and if the rot of the dead chicks is washed by rain is pushed to the wash to the creek to the sea and the cap kills over and over and the compounds the Bisphenol-A in the cap in the cauldron and the sea-soup mix an open mouth where the gyre spins in the Pacific and the Atlantic and the rest of the one ocean and if we eat the fish and if the molecules
Comments (6)
Comment Feedlove the rhythm and the way
Anonymous more than 13 years ago
This poem amazes; it's so
Anonymous more than 13 years ago
The Camille Martin
Dan Post more than 13 years ago
Very apropos, considering the
Anonymous more than 13 years ago
This is scarier than mine -
Camille Martin more than 13 years ago
...so was that the end?
Robert MacPherson more than 13 years ago