On a Latitude that can swell and sap
we heard the hanging trees crack like bones under strain
skinned of leaves
their limbs bandaged instead
with the limp webs of plastic bags
that seem to grow toward the ground, and curdle in your hands.
The earth here drops into a trap
we felt the sinking bricks bite like teeth under torture
throats of industry
their kiln necks strangled inside
the soiled barrows of lime slags
that seem to bleed from the flanks, and clot in your stride.
At a longitude that breathed and spat
we watched the dyke wall collapse like lungs under water
deboned of planks
the jetty ribs chewed by tides
with the bobbing heads of car tires
that place you learned to ride a bike, is digested out to sea.