Erosion

This is a poem I wrote quickly last May. It seems fitting to posit if after phone conversations with residents of St. John, and looking at some news photos of Coral Bay after Otto’s rains have washed down the hills.

Rainstorm Where Man Has Been

Oh the agony
of a simple rain storm.
The gut
runs wild with pleasure
among the boulders
unaware
carrying bits of earth
seaward
runs earth stained
and soil saturated
seaward
engorged with the flesh
of the hillside
where this small gash
and that one too
has bled out
revealing
scoured wounds
in the gravel roadbed.
Even the trees shiver
and weep  for the lost earth.

© 2010 Jennifer Pierce

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