Dirge [for Frogs]
the dinner toast clang goes back to the sand
from where the glass came. But there’s no glass,
only plastic—discarded buoy
in pond mud. You find them; you toe
the water stomach in hand. Finding them:
losing breath; never having a mouth to breathe.
Shut your mouth, you’re catching flies —:tongue
wrapped around a stranger’s body : : or
forgetting you have a tongue in the first place. The bottle
mouth gapes impossibly
small to fit them through—yet they are there, flattened
together, pushing the plastic sides: a dozen
(or a hundred, or a thousand, etc.)
amphibious bodies. You cannot scrape
mud or pond out of the bottle. Blood
fogs eyes and eyes and eyes pressed to the side
of discarded synthetic : : transparent mausoleum.
Red glass is the most expensive color, because each piece
has bits of gold.
Frog photo by Ronald Wilfred Jansen, courtesy Shutterstock.