What nonchalant carnage did you leave
To rot on my skin?
Rub and rub, I rub in vain.
A cling so sure
Like birthed for me
Seep then in the rhizoids deep
Sack, sack the village to stream
To river to smoke
As sea, as sea, and only so, I see
You, the circus balanced on the lashes of your feats,
hues yours
Binding, blinding their hiss and shine
Trembling a string I
Spit and spit naught but I
Full to brim, this yonder of mine
Full and choking, homesick a home
Dry and dust— the blossoms of mine
Burn and burst of bone and beast
All onto the beach, bloodless, breathes
And I cannot even— I dare not even
Wash it away—
07/11/2021