Wasted mussels – The poetry of science
The river spitsits secrets in the mud,tracing of dark veinsmemories of buried spills –dark rifles nailedwith fetid tears.Mussels clingto the sediment,their shellsengraved with scarsof our creation –they drinkheavy water,language tastingmetallic paststied with bilge.Down riverthe current continues,soft and radiant fingerswith invisible light –filtering throughfragile skinof everythingWithin reach. This poem is inspired by recent researchwhich has discovered