Old Women Take to the Road

by Jude Marr

when siren-wail, not whale song, calls them to that shore where worlds
will end, shrink-wrapped in plastic—

braless in hazmat suits, scooping bullshit into zippered bags, they drag
their carbon-datable outrage toward the coast, pilloried
underpaid, temper-tossed—

their heads inclined, they spit on footprints made by crusted patriarchs
who, dripping brine from salted mouths, shedding
scales, shitting thunderbolts, still stampede
ahead as they’ve been taught—

at ocean’s edge, the women curse while fish-men pucker
panting, airless, beached among the trash
that humans leave—

women, just
catching waves in buckets, bowls and cups.

Jude Marr is the author of Breakfast for the Birds (Finishing Line, 2017). Her work has appeared in many publications, including Panoply and Cherry Tree. She is a PhD student at the University of Louisiana at Lafayette, and also poetry editor for r.kv.ry. More on Jude’s work at www.judemarr.com or follow her on twitter @JudeMarr1 

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