Poetry by John Campion : Terrain.org

Tigris and Euphrates

Marshes of Tigris and Euphrates
cutters' rib
reed houses
float above mud islands.

A woman prepares
                      fire
feeds
           her ovens
bread.

Beating hands do not keep from the flats

men making super paths
bulldoze
mangroves,
memory of hundreds of thousands;

some
wipe off the birds.

40 times the double-cross Valdéz
desert air smudges
black waters absorb white sun
dolphin vortices
grebe and cormorant drown.

Crabs suck dark reservoirs.
Tongues
from which no words come
reach out;

tide brings in the news
south to quick red shrimp.

For millennia
fish are trapped at the ebb.
No need to gather grasses
or lower nets in this
salt low sea.

The war is water.
Tube worms bend the verticals.
Hecatombs of plankton
waste in the shade.

Coral stars
await
the black death.

Barracuda move
below
one who rises in the sky will not speak.

Cuttlefish
flicker with heat.
Nothing
compared to passions

above.
Slick invasion
in breeding time.

The toilet takes two years to flush.

Urchins tear
platforms
              (anchored at seabed)
covered with algae and sponges.
Fish pulse
in dusky light.
Sea snakes wriggle the black.
                            An archway collapses-
                                             filterers
                                choke vomit,
detergents kill.

Toxins seep in crevices
to green turtle eggs-
soldiers remark
the musical ballet of tanks
like females
leave tracks behind.

Her clutch
hatch alone
suffocate on tar balls.

Of great price our Pearl-
Virgins stiffen the thought;
effluvia tongues deeper.

Off shore

spring water rises.

Do not bother
to go fill
your bottles.

* * *

Like Mussolini
he's draining the swamps.

Now we will not bomb
the dikes
diverting water
from marsh people
suffocating with dust.

Old Growth Music

Old growth
music a barometer de-
                           scribes
a score
            not unlike
            Stockhausen.

Each
over time
in
habits
a physical
and acoustic niche,
a band
and frequency:

you the morning show
I the noon
she the evening.

                               Mus[-]k
                               or urine
             marks
       the boundaries.

Sound of an elephant
heart
shaking air
is silence
to us.)

Wine-dark water
layers
wild diversity.

Before
air filled with frog pipes,
crocodilians grunted

miles wide.

Pollutants
diminish

oceanic sound,
            the biota above
                            and
                           below.

III

                                                                  World a tuning fork
                                                                              voices full of
                                                                                            water-
                                                                                        fall
                                                                              head

"lift-up-over sounding"
canopies
tree

The Mu-
sic endangered

                     Religion
          thief of thunder
                                    comes.

No one under 25 sings.

The Riflebird has

NOTHING

to say.