Eel

I write about odd things

Sleeping under waves

with open eyes as night

as sand as black, eaters

of dirt and horse-brain,

elvers that play in foul brine;

first a glass, then pimped

with grease they have

blood like hot acid,

eyes as cold as Canada.

Do they come with the tide ?

Are they happy in the guts of water ?

No, they are lidless and empty,

hidden in a depth under shadows.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

As cold as Canada? Harsh. No seriously, great poem.

[Coyote Song]

I like this. Dark, murky and very sinister!!

[Ed Hart]

yes, there's a lot of wandering jaws in this world

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This has Avery dour tone to it Leslie but still a masterful portrayal of the eel. It led me to see images of eels in murky dark water darting from under rocks with their cold eyes and ready jaws. And what have you against our Canadian brethren lol?

[Leslie Philibert]

Canada is great, I just needed a cold place, and the word seemed to fit !