Lay hands upon the wounds

lay hands upon the wounds
in the tangle of the mire
beggars, beggars
disjoin yourselves
put hunger above anger
and shatter
the needs, the needs

the waves crash on the rocks below the cliff
dispositioned on the ledge
hang in there, hang, hang
hang
on to the bosom feeder
the Fruadian slipper
it’s glass and it will shatter
upon delivery of the sender

scream, scream
lean back and up
the moon, the stars
(are veiled and hidden)
step back
and look without the foreground
at a lighted ship
a feast-a’hover
the scurvied lot of divers
long-winded swimmers all
oh, the sea, the sea

the gravity sea