Pink Shells Lay Strewn About Poem by James McLain

Setting out and Consequently by the dimness
of the moon lit sky
and the oyster bar i walk along each night
the tide low moves out
they unmoving lay in sleep deep solace that place
half in and out each watered covered shell
where the drifting currants of life and it
pink joints work each hinge my salty lips are put.
Hearing them in the stillness, squish quirt squishes
green water jetting high and muscles long brown beards
green onions full wet 'May', 'Red fish tailing,
The shadow grows each Snook but strong wide
tides darkly, getting some rain on our process,
We' Regulating shells open Eaton discharged; before handling
eroticism is the simple sweet raw meaty oyster
pink shells lay strewn about the mountains
and but could they ask us why they are devoured by me
and wide governs the cloudy sail,
the atmosphere is tight this nigh, t i eat your fill,
we who are not but lightly treading down the coast,
and who questions by which the rudder and this bark!