mensa / the table

1 November 2015

lay me on the table and remove
the child whose feet walked up my belly
under northern stars to kiss the fish
at new year lay me on the table
and remove the child
born under southern stars the summer bird
arrowing between green waves lay me on the table
take out the lens of one eye
and unfold the polymer wing
of another so that light bounces in
to the dark camera even underwater
or walking out to the point lay me on the table
but save the little house where my children kicked
unless there is no other way lay me on the table
take out the other lens and land another wing
where it will show me fish in the window
of a translucent wave the swallow diving
to kiss the surface of the water
half river and half incoming sea
for I have need of all these the dark and the light
their eyes and mine waiting in rooms close by
and far away lay me on the table
I am not afraid and wish to see the stars again

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