Bark of The Manatee Man-Tree

growbend sidewise
for a long age,
grace hewn sideways,
yawing growth-esque;

brother tree told me
to go and gnarl likewise;
the sun is the ocean,
my body elegant horror;

it bulks up brindled, brined,
gruesome and hilarious
in corpu-sleek passage,
deadly of force, meek;

NEW MONSTERS FOR A NEW AGE—
this is the way the world bends
elongate and foamgrown,
mer-weirded, floranthropic;

heart-palp beneath barkbeat;
my coarse brown wood skin;
the boat that I’m within;
the sound when I ‘Speak!’