poems from Fortuna

1 March 2017

*the children*

I pack parcels into days long-spent
sullying memories stacked on shelf
night floods promises misfed remnants
raven-feather swamp-bound unwholesome
came first then fire then yellow sand threadbare
thorn-sodden my hands my eyes my
far-flung cries mingling with weeds below




*the birds*

Circling high above the water
we wait for fish in violet sky
remaindered calling echo mother
buried in feathered chest
summer slipped deeper water
plastic-choked and swirling out
cradle-call refuged on rocks
nested down to mournful chorus
crying out below below
our lost bodies beneath the water
polished skin and satined bones

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