Wilder Nest: Bleat

by Gayle Baldwin

 

Sorrow all the Wilder Nest
The bulging eyes of water bloat
A sail beach-frozen
Welded in sand
Navigating nowhere, animated by crabs
Palsied, probing.

Sorrow all the Wilder Nest
Flame licking fallen ashes
Hardened, lava hills
On which the she-goat bleats
Full tits hanging,
She screams for her young and they do not come
Wilder Nest all sorrow.

 


Gayle Baldwin holds an MA in poetry and an MFA in fiction.

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