Kerri Shying R # 564 from the Ocean Baths to Dairy Farmers corner in a wheelchair

from the Ocean Baths to Dairy Farmers corner in a wheelchair

what's inside the smell of the sea
this flood of salt
of freedom   green of plant bodies
clung to stone  exposed
for these four hours to sun
piqued by the dead  surely  turn inland
a hundred yards a block more
coal jerks the nose  with two fingers
hard back against the land
harder   grows tarry   until you yield
creation
to the hand of man    the rail motor
to Telarah methylated
spirits
the evening of the planet
drink them in