the cosco busan
a shipping ship
hit the bridge in the san francisco bay some weeks ago
and – perhaps you’ve heard
hundreds of birds–were oiled
poisoned corroded
bunker fuel’d
well
Monte ran the wash room
and i became a rinser
(convergent volunteers:
flock weep work keep
awake)
hot jet under into each feather
of each bird
dawn cuts grease
later then earlier each day
close up right here
waking dream life
remedies
lack of sleep
steam
bites
feather condition
waterproofing
feet
eyes
lines
death
leakage
slip
buffleheads
surf scoters
the rhinoceros auklet
double crested cormorants
western grebes
clark grebes
eared grebes
horned grebes
the pied billed grebe
common loons
Pacific loons
ruddy ducks
scaup
goldeneyes
common murres
brown pelicans
release
step look fly
home into the world
go!
you ask
how can there be
war business war
when
it takes all you have
to
dare
hold
one wild animal
by the beak