Craig Sernotti

        Birds that sing
        are hollow, fall apart.
        I eat the frail scraps.

        Flying, it hurts.
        Acid in the water,
        no more trees.

        I hear the water
        calling. It wants me to drown.
        Someday.

        Eyes growl, bite down
        on flesh. And the oceans burn.
        Joy.

These haiku are
Copyright © 2001
by Craig Sernotti.

E-Mail: craigistall@yahoo.com

About the Poet -- Craig Sernotti lives in the USA.
His reality involves writing, reading, pro-wrestling, and strange dreams.
Craig's work has been been published recently in LETHOLOGICA and
STOVEPIPE, and he has a poem upcoming in NEW YORK QUARTERLY.