Gull Island

 

 

To think that the chimney on Gull Island

is the only remnant of history left

on the shore that has forgotten sand or soil.

To think that its stark whiteness is just

the shining of shit & rot & feather

from where I stand underneath a tall willow.

To think that is home to so many makes me

wonder if dominion in freedom can be enough

to forget about what the damage done is.

To think that the gulls would fight so hard for

their home that they would ruin it in turn.