motion, motion
floating over bones.
wet boating schooners
scooting through empty
tracks and planes of burnt-up
wood in shambles.
reeds and brambles
shush of saucy tales-
of drinking dingy shanties
sung among the silver fog,
of black on yellow windows
bobbing logs alone
above abandoned bones,
of half a country's
wailings, roarings
pared asunder,
of bodies hiding under
whining railroad tracks.
blowing smoke in heavy stacks
we roll away in motion over
drowned downed lights from
sunk drunk nights