Poem: Death and Escape

 

Death and Escape

 

i drifted in a skiff

whittled to a coffin,

my memories dimmer fish

settling into the depths.

 

waves massaged me

with the sway of a crib.

moonlight tinkered down my spine,

as if to fix my skeleton silver.

 

i cried when pelicans

scudded in a chevron east,

above death’s choppy faces,

those ceaseless frothing mouths--

 

so puckered and quick,

unstable at their podiums,

caught up in the prayerful lust

of such lonely speeches.

 

 

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8/8/24 ... added "so"

Fascism is here, but Kamala Harris has arrived

Will we ...  escape?