Tube Fountains in Steward Rivers Beyond Old World Fisheries

functus officio and making profit
like stewards for check valve reflexes
and grocery lines waiting to check out of other worlds
dreaming slow about the next day’s events
like a tube dress mallee roller

and a soldier for lifting arms higher upon
stalls of ecoagriculture wishing well
the mumbles of howling logs
and deer stem rivers, alike in this still haunt
taking and taking and taking

she was all green and made no sense
to keep near with the finding alcove of forgettings
swollen phosphate grills for meal-takes in-and-out
decisions about proper meals and high propellers
held up by the soldier’s arm where there was no waste

or traveled trees held high by the soldier’s arms
like a tied river boat where there was not one remaining
moving forest skin in ancient told masked retribution
for always already storming songs of calculated fortune
and tubular running stallways under soft novel time