Monday, November 21, 2016

Song of the gulf of Boni (Bone)



Why do you not know what separates us
When you presume to name me
After your body parts?
To then exist unseen
As if transparency
Means no personality
When…For all your industry
Dirting on my shores
You’re stuck in the shallows
Where mine shape yours
Licking and rinsing you clean
Salty balm for your festering sores
Feeling what you should see
Bone solid is not the only way to be
Still…You bathe in my edges
Because you daren’t
Go all the way down to deepness
Where spiral gyres move and shift
Too much pressure for you
Skin child, rude chimpanzee
Clinging to crusts
When you could be
Symbiont grooming me
Instead …You brand with numbers
“Eighty miles long, thirty wide”
Avoiding the fact I’m the majority
I’m not even a me
We are a body
Planetary blood coursing
Adventure energy resourcing
We are water
Ceaseless sea

1 comment:

Writestuff said...

very true and also an excellent poem