Three For Cemetery Statues By The Atlantic, Falmouth, Massachusetts 1977
These three
being of stone
or steel...
Figure 1
An old woman, never married,
speaks among the dunes:
I am the older sister, and ugly.
I watch the sea by the wall,
yearn for each tide's return.
I walk the surf in all weather
and spend myself amidst
the sea wrack screaming
with the tern and the dove.
I count my white hairs by the
sea weighing each for love.
...wear your love, my sister.
Carry your breasts white and full
to his hands, the mouth of the sea.
Breathe deeply the salt sea air,
fill them each for his warm mouth to take...
I will taste brine
and fill each old breast
with sand.
I will taste brine
and fill them each,
each, with sand.
They fall deeply
into my ribs in
the windy dunes
soon, soon to be
swallowed by
the fish and the crab.
Figure 2
Looming over a family plot,
A figure of Biblical Cain:
Ground my face in the world's crotch
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poem by Warren Falcon
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