Ancestry
The river's mouth is a gash
that extends from the nerve, the root
bleeding from the soul of the land.
We used to leap like dolphins, launch ourselves
over and over the line of the wound,
wound round each other tighter and tighter-
bold in our youth; such confidence assumed the thread
that it would last forever. That the severance of land alike
would not grow, like continents, apart? One slashing slice.
Yet now, now! We put our ears to water.
Our throats are riven, our gashes
reach down to the root of us,
the small of our backs.
Now! We beat fists, our determination on rocks, on sand.
Vibration under sea-beds,
I want to tell you something;
but all you hear is a ghost instead. And the sad echo
never reaches me. Sound waves unravel like thread.
We are galaxies on galactic seas,
the blood between us a gulf
that light and time
alone can cross.
Life, blink, gone.
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