kildas song.
[ written by a wall, on the island overlooking the ocean ]
quarrels echo across the yard towards a large watery
gate
grey. figures turn; hiding their hands and run,
as animals scatter with the wind that howls
down the hill
women gather, and men glare behind vast whiskers.
in photographs heavy locks
fasten decisions about the outside.
steve coel
An 11.59 Publication
