Sound Returns to the Whale

By | 31 October 2021

avoid the amulet, the well meaning
songs of the hunter, I am not
meant for the dart, the tracking
satellite. I go down human
wake up whale, I stay
human, you become whale,
your long eyes
blinking back the sea, calling
me into the water, over and over
with fins waving back
the past, until you have forgotten
birds, the branches of
trees, clay streaks along
the gravestone’s edge.

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