Slipping on fertility, brought to my knees
Reaching for water at the robin river
Stirring and searching the amniotic fluids
Grasping for a link of trade
The dunnage rotted, polluted
To rather be damp and moving
With clumpy processes of ingestion
Or breast fed on oils
Spoiled with a stomach
Filled with lake pigments
Alluvial sediments of soil
How to purge these residues from the bilge?
Portentously throw up the hues in thick heavy sienna sludges
Grasping for grudges
A collapse of cask component abdominal walls
Where flows were released, soaked up by lost and then snagged rags
Whilst molten ballast rocks were embedded as rusty rosettes stained by my fall