07 July 2007

Ode to a Quagga mussel



there’s more than just fish in this live-well
clinging to the side of the hull
making wild mussel-love in the bilge

dressed in zebra stripes, faded ones,
not gold and black bands in metallic polish
– cousin Quagga – big stone, loud stone,
can-I-pet-the-rabbits stone
dumb luck to go unnoticed until the drain chokes
you don’t behave like an extinct zebra

wild mussel-love in the bilge
tanked in the lower outboard
waiting to be dunked again

little pennies stacked sideways
but they never fall over
grid overlaid concentric stripes
Greek soldiers with shields overhead
someday the penny will be obsolete

it’s that briny feeling between morning and delirious sleep
where the bed and the body are mostly submerged
held down with unwanted ballast

everything underwater deserves an extra exoskeleton

five days’ reserves
stuck to the side of the hull
waiting for more than just fish

four of seven
unimatrix Dreissena
species 4527
morphological clan
mollusc
D. polymorpha
....– the Zebra mussel
D. caspia caspia
D. stancorici
D. bugensis

....– the Quagga mussel
origin
Dneiper River
Ukraine
Eastern Europe
Planet Earth

tanked in the lower outboard
making wild mussel-love
five days in the bilge

loud stone, transparent stone
increase the drag a bit stone
– I’m moving too fast anyway –
who cares if I start venting fuel

clinging to the side of the hull
there’s more than just fish in this live-well
waiting to be dunked again

prime real estate
track housing
chains of shells
slash and burn stone
whole cities

white paper kites