Monday, 16 January 2012

jenny lewis


My face
is changing again

I caught it in a different light

the flaky grey
of ocean-going

my face has turned
to someone else's

inside the inside
of the ocean, fish are hanging

they sway, silent
not even a rattle of bones

and the dead stir in us too,
coming as they do from the weight
of darkness

they want our breath

want to tunnel out of us,
force apart our gullets,
appear stark-white

and raving at daylight

one more moment
they plead
just one more.

1 comment:

Titus said...

Pretty stunning.