Sadie

Your screams leave a trace, patterns on an island tree, transgress blue pathways, they add to a ship's bow, a pirate roving sea, I'll separate your bones, on the swollen straits, I kick out my heels, furious at my cluttered days, can you feel my scorn, stretch out to your dreams, will you cry to atone, before a mass one Sunday, bread, wine celebratory, torn netting wood and spray, your tawdry little moans, ride the breeze before me, your keelhauling my homily, to a broken reed. .