the story
lies splintered
a shipwreck
where
is the manifest
buried?
***
sometimes
it hits hard
a blue seal
rolls under
a wave
a small island
splitting off
sinking to
the seafloor
***
deep in
her mantle
the fault
splits
the ocean
crust
***
what faith
carried you
across the Atlantic?
will you wield
your weapon
now?
who kept
your words
in thrall?
***
how long ago
did her skin
start to slip
the sheath
of a hillside
as the rain turns
to downpour
wrinkles
shining silk
just before
the mudslide
***
the day of her death
haunts your nights
the void
wanting
merciless
does not tell
when it will come
what will remain
***
carry both hearts
in your hand
be ready to
strip naked
shed layers
to achieve
the desired speed
for the hunt
***
always carry
a skinning knife
and sharpening
stones
***
pack
scissors, thread
nocturnal, sails, needle
earth, harvesting knife
lung, blood, storms
saw, oil, key
***
for the heart is weathervane
is door is deadbolt is arbalest
is muscle is casket is moss is tomb
is Polaris is needle is vessel is ocean
is rock is sand is time
is kite is air is sky
***
collapse
her arms
can hold
all sorrow
anvil or
feather