There is a red basket
Next to the billowing
Stack, filled with
Nothin but a cockrel’s
Feathers.
The simple kreel does
Not move as it is not
Held down in the boat
As the small boy
Clings to his father not
To fall
Into the watercolors
Ripple away from the
Small canoe, feathering
Out into the colorless
Waves creating silence.
Masinko, the fish flies
Into the kreel to be
Held delicately by the
Thin fingers of the down
Cushion.
Man then smiles upon his
Son for her children
Will eat and be so
Consumed.
When the contents prepared
Their cold, clouded
Eyes opaque in
Dead disparity, yet
The red basket.
As broiler fires the colors
Devour the fish and
It becomes a higher
Opal of universal light.
The billowing stack does not
Cause a cough in the
boy for his color
Lifts the smoke.
From the edge of his
Eye’s splash he is clean.
Next to the billowing
Stack, filled with
Nothin but a cockrel’s
Feathers.
The simple kreel does
Not move as it is not
Held down in the boat
As the small boy
Clings to his father not
To fall
Into the watercolors
Ripple away from the
Small canoe, feathering
Out into the colorless
Waves creating silence.
Masinko, the fish flies
Into the kreel to be
Held delicately by the
Thin fingers of the down
Cushion.
Man then smiles upon his
Son for her children
Will eat and be so
Consumed.
When the contents prepared
Their cold, clouded
Eyes opaque in
Dead disparity, yet
The red basket.
As broiler fires the colors
Devour the fish and
It becomes a higher
Opal of universal light.
The billowing stack does not
Cause a cough in the
boy for his color
Lifts the smoke.
From the edge of his
Eye’s splash he is clean.