by Rachel McCrum
Whit’s yer hurry ?
That great big sea turtle of Ailsa Craig
waiting to finally lumber up evill
scattering barnacles and dripping bladder wrack.
Birds with deadly little beaks
and old bulls in a field
wrinkled like a giant’s knuckles.
The sand dunes pushed back to the mountains.
Chins dug in, eyes down.
The rocks in those hurried cramped layers
as the sea repeatedly slaps them back.
And for all that, still roaring against the wind,
Frankie the Slug,
Jodie Pie + Kimbo Smee
in whitewash on the rocks.
Haste ye back.