SHARK MEAT

shiny city thing of concrete
moves like bait
fresh un-killed


fill the ocean with carcas chunks

make all the beautiful slant faced feeders
come


little hands pick through blasted planet parts
who moves mountains
the way the magma rolls

fill my bucket w shark teeth
thinking i will write several poems about this
when it's time

trace fingers through the jelly-fish
on the beach
feel the alien sting child skin

just hoping
to be part of something
the way
sand is a part of the moon