In a sea beneath a sea without a name
where waters gathered to a clarity
that was also sorrow.
In steps at your command/down the plank of a tall
fast ship with the salt/of sex across its lips.
We should be glad our safety and security
are someone’s top priority, yet we
can’t help but hope for fresh announcements
in the terminal.
Her son’s dreadful bodies, buried by that mass, drenched the Earth/
with streams of blood, and they say she warmed it to new life,/
so that a trace of her children might remain, transforming it into/
the shape of human beings….
i have walked with half a skull and i have walked
with a blanch shell. i have walked, legs
split hungry, and i have walked too old.