Travelling Standing Still/Thirst

by Genevieve Taggard

THIRST

There is a bird that hangs head-down and criesBetween the mango leaves and passion vines.Below, a spotted serpent twinesAnd blunts its head against the yellowing skies.Along the warping ground a turtle scrapes,And tortured lie glazed fishes in marsh grass.Across the sky that burnishes like brassA bat veers, stupid with the yeast of grapes.