Starve Rock Poem by Mary Naylor

Starve Rock

Like a vulture spreading its wings,
Blocking out the sun,
Blinding the sky,

Like a rapacious beast,
Rearing up its head,
Slashing at the air,

From the quicksand waters,
from the mute, swamp land,
Starve Rock rises

Confronting the trees,
Gashing the land,
Mocking the heavens.

Pum, Pum, Pum,
Indian moccasins like a drum,
Climbing the rock.

To stand.
When there is no food in the land.
They plunge into the pool...

Never to return...
Never to want.

Pum, Pum, P...
The heart, too, is a beating drum.