"Spirit bear" (a Canadian solution to the environmental disaster in the Gulf)

I wish a Spirit bear (from the hanging tree)—
   wish it'd tear thru the mists,
and past otters and cold stray shields,
  straight to the groves

I spidery-browed and creased at the mouth
  honestly do!
From there fan out at dawn, to eye you &
  pray in the wind (by Tartan degrees)

"A crow's nest for rigs. The water's cold jade."
  Cindery claw marks
on the absent sands I'd help you find
  In '83 diamonds,

torn out, still gave their tears when dried
  and amply poured
Easy now to sort thistles, and crays floating
  to shore on prickly fours,

from the blue-nosed, true and free up here!
  Brown herons
now foamy and slowing in their own heat
  And shrimps, and odd shells

lying like flotsam near some cool Egyptian mud
  Take from here, me
not just the idea and eye and quartzite shawl
—sad, combative soil!—

but (again) a bear rustling, bright as maple,
  and a shield slowly
lowered and that will not rust in a dying gulf
  And the sands there—

may they burn pearls (of all the abyssal stars)
  and some appear
in one good mile of sea, at least. Looks up here
  like the ol' sermon,

  a southern gospel's typically shitty blue