Monday, August 19, 2013


I woke under an electric wind and went to the shore
with the books of my forefathers
to the place where you first made your claim on my body
to the place where silent ducks
are aliens on an alien planet

saw the grass corrupted
and the earth resurgent
saw our solitudes cylinder out of the sky
and our melting of myths and histories
island up between river and cloud

how much country is left in the country
how much city is left in the city
how many fight silent war
in the prism idea of their flesh

and prayed hold your strength
in departure and waking hard
your strength when you leave me
your strength when you greet me
your strength in desolation and in celebration
to set you apart against
the imprint of my one flesh,
one mightiest desire.

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