The Decedent

The white rock

endlessly gasps atop sleepless

ground disrupted in unremitting

batteries of birds. These streak

up from the anemic rock outcrop

and scatter wild as pebbles

tossed in handfuls at a sign.

Older than the wave-spun coins

strewn bottomward under

the Pacific face,

and so enmeshed in the yesters,

one has to reaffirm the rock

ever occurred at all.

The ground snaps,

this knife-in-an-apple twisted,

snapping a mountain into halves,

and an eventual

haunted and littered

white rock establishment.

The Web Projects of Sondra Ball and Mario Cavallini