Three Poems
M. K. Sukach

Alternate EndingĀ 

maybe the money came from your mouth
incidentally

emerging from the wreck of your life
a treasure

manifested like pirate ships veering
asynchronously

the way birds fall in the movies
from a demagnetized sky

what a nest egg
blooming in your palms

imagine the sea change
loot burning in your chest

the prows of your armada
breaking the banks

divesting inland
letting loose for the night

until hard up in a clinch and no knife
to cut the seizing

your boats purchased and hauling
for another coast

a parade of flocked hands pecks out
the coins from your open eyes

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