Saturday, April 23, 2011
ghosts
I am not sure this is entirely legible. Here's a translation:
yesterday our ship found the haunting
no sky at the top of a swell
and no sun
but prisoners
slumped on the sea's wake
legs smeared green with old ocean
breathing work chants
coats rusty with salt spray
eyes red & mad angry & broken
our blood was ice
perhaps we are not yet them
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good one!
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