Birds on sticks

Deep in sea  lake’s mouth are birds
On stick, waiting  for deaths on sea.

They  are  two death birds watching
Sea- lake from fish net sticks perch

The sea lake will be fed by evening
By the high tide, that comes twice.

Red crabs writhe in a plastic bowl
As they will, in customer stomachs

Their red stomachs writhe at touch.
Their tentacles draw back  to touch.

Our boat’s sputter makes a dolphin
Leap from sea to make new breath.

Sea opens a mouth in the distance
Emptying a lake on island villages

Lake villages sit on  distant shores
Like monsoon’s moss on old walls

They have  the protective goddesses
On low hills, overlooking a blue sky.

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