AND THE BLACK BOAT RIDES THE SUNSET WAVES

jumping out of the wound
my blood deserts me

dancing now
in the sun

such fun
it's having

thinking it is free
of me

not knowing
this sun

as the false friend
it is

that will leave it
clinging to the stones

a stain
that will be seen

by those not present
at the wound's opening

"Come back...come back!"
I call to it faintly

my voice too
deserting my mouth

but the blood just
laughs in my face

as you fumble
in your many-objects-bag

pulling out
your last

Sanitary towel

tie it to my head
trapping the blood

within my skull
my red red river

a prisoner once again
of my corporeal identity

my thoughts hiding
within my battered heart

and the sea
who had thrown me

from rock pool
to rocks

laughs at the male human
wearing a sanitary towel as a hat.

"WHOAH Body-form, Bodyform for you!!!"