I see you, I see you there with the family
in your mouth, your mouth is closed.
I see you floating down our river
in the guise of a log. I see you
in your office leaning on a shelf
with your eyes sewn shut
then a little to the right of that morning
staring from your own decapitation
into the distance like you’d seen game
on the horizon, like your family is the game.
You understand the collective.
Your body turns towards the heads
towards the faces and mouthparts
of your kin. You come here for water
you think I will offer you water. I crush you
while the dolphins in the harbour laugh.
1 August 2015