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Astrid Alben, from Ai! Ai! Pianissimo

The Empty Bath

When we yank the sea from its bed
like a sheet off a mattress
the pier
is a broken finger.

Whale carcasses
are stacks of post
waiting
to be delivered the next day.

At night the moon
rises without its mirror.
Every wave now sleeps
within the earth.

Yes he nods
pulling the plug from underneath her.
Adds Coral reefs. Grand Canyon.
Soap bubbles and rubber ducks.