Issue Three

Spring 2012


Island Paradise

We are tectonic action’s afterthoughts 
Hot spot eruptions, leakage at the cracks
Of seabed spreading and subduction zones.

Continents dwarf our cartographic dots 
Giants adrift on monumental tracks,
Grinding the planet’s bones against its bones

While we swoosh lacy archipelagos
Or poke our single crests above the waves.
Land ho!  Come, life-disseminating birds,

Spatter our rocks with guano!  Then seed grows
And falls and grows again and falls.  Its graves
Fill with nutrition like a page with words.

In time we are like Eden, but in time
We’re all hotels, casinos, bars, and crime.




Chris O'Carroll