Stone Hands:
Pitcairn Island Figure
Thrashed into rock
by an old society
they reach out, fingers
splayed, to an ocean
as to a mother
and are caught
in the middle of that act
in petrified animation.
There is nothing more,
except
one melodious and incessant phrase
of birdsong and
the crater left
by the dead pulse
of a sharkskin drum.