Some new poetry, and another entry (below)

Eulogy for 8 drowned in the bay

When the sigh escapes,
When the birds appear and disappear
In the same exhalation of breath -
The sound of green, the sound
Of a full forest a million mountains
That sustain relentless snows
And the naked sun

A mouth opens and in goes
A desert - in go a hundred billion
Grains of sand and four bleeding hearts
And a white washed church, a sunbleached temple
Where the life giver never came
But by the hands of a thirsty tongue

Awe. The heartiness of stupidity.
Wills like iron break and
Crush the brain to a small pea,
Picked from a fruitful
Garden; and then a storm,
A walloping enough to suffocate
A child and her family,

And the boys are drinking
And all that escapes is a sigh

Markets

The fish market smells
Like the sea, it heaves with
Life and the death of salt,
And tamed sealions.

The fruit market
Smells like the sea,
Inundated by scales
And flying machetes and guts
But brilliant - it is vibrant
And you almost smell through
The screams, the sun and the
Ripe fields, a pulse and rhythm

The Museum

Fabric and boxes
Were never here before the waves shook
Everything into a brakish cauldron,
Fabric and boxes and paint and frames
Replace the elaborate barrels and concrete
That slipped into the sea where
A tour boat stands, sits, rests,
Or is it dead? When did they tie it up
For the last time and wait for hands and stones
To smash the many windows? Was it then,
When the engine room rusted with
Urine and graffiti, when all the lines
Went stagnant?
It sits there, a white green rust,
A skeleton like the tombs and forgotten bodies
Under a shaken earth, where glass stands
Reflecting a city

Arcoiris: Three Haikus from a stormy room

Torment

Curtains fly inside
To a wind that drowns my thoughts
Disturbing live wires

The Room

Light, smoke and my mind
In the middle of the room
Where a forked bough stands

Sounds

This house like an amp;
Speakers tapped into hours of
Rain and electric wind