Poem Ten, Ark
Ark
*
We vanish
under waves.
Salt on the skin.
The earth swallows you.
The marrow of cypress
reddens the water.
Lamentation, the bending
of boughs.
Have we lost favor
with the gods?
Plant, wind,
body and bone.
The moon crashes
into the earth.
Salt enters
the lungs.
Is there still time
to build an ark?
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