Separation
Spread my limbs
Across a globe
Dipped in gels
Like laughter swells,
For the dawn
Whose shadows stick
To a country’s search
For misplaced bones
A scorned people see
The sea’s exchange
Of sound degrees
For tides at ease
© Matthew Goff
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
