East Coast whales diving through a traveled currency forgotten

These are the Falstaffian directions for our sidewall fossil heritage
decorations untreated and manifest towards delicate, infinite repose
sundry existing parable’s early night evacuated from the blanket coasts
though tonight’s flight sterile marksman grip concluded at the gate
in these short signs we retreat absent like a trim poet for the State Dept.

trails crossing marked bottles of new world seas losing memory
still too tired and retried upon paths for trailer windows in gem baths
marking father’s shotgun under guides blind like feather rockshells
here we are another tool for manipulation, another appropriation, skilled
lasting in the crimson shadows ‘til day and the farthest catch turbulent

the queen of maladroit pardons sunk on ash in the bay of surrounding pearl
did not part our divided esteem or the spoken for ranches left to defend
no one is listening to her periscope memories, her attained quadratics
left to be final drawers of famine stones tried by fright and instinct
reframing to restart the cycle of currency lost in the distant new law

once again bringing the bear of concentration where once no ammunition
only fools of lost canteens dance around sage fires and no men present
she did not wake to fostered drums without the thought of her own ankles
cleaning another apartment in New York where singles were riches
parts aside for retributive collapsed passes entryist tye delectus personae
trade maps where seasoned surfaces go to the hunting-ground East Coast
cities where once whales traded so merciless the now ruling survivors