Published by Black Poppy Review
https://blackpoppyreview.blogspot.com/2021/05/so-we-beat-on-boats-against-current-by.html
https://blackpoppyreview.blogspot.com/2021/05/so-we-beat-on-boats-against-current-by.html
An aging voice carries like remembered waves tipping over,
beating down what will become this place -
a million remains, sharp carpet for our feet.
Your eyes blue, the unclouded sky.
Child-shivers deep as the sea waters swaying.
Our endless chasing like dog and ball on sands.
When each discovery, each excavation, each unearthing came
with the beat of wings rising.
Flies find adventure in rotten seaweed,
the colour of oil and rust. Wound of dominion,
shiver of loss, memory of wing, and a wave
washing over discarded scrap.
beating down what will become this place -
a million remains, sharp carpet for our feet.
Your eyes blue, the unclouded sky.
Child-shivers deep as the sea waters swaying.
Our endless chasing like dog and ball on sands.
When each discovery, each excavation, each unearthing came
with the beat of wings rising.
Flies find adventure in rotten seaweed,
the colour of oil and rust. Wound of dominion,
shiver of loss, memory of wing, and a wave
washing over discarded scrap.