Tell it to the Moon

Ocean ghosts call out

Alluvial bodies reshaped by water

I see myself in their reflection

Wandering through history

With the weight of the world

Like motherless children

Sinking

Sinking

Sinking

Howling at the moon

When it rains, the clouds never expect it

But wind blows in the market place

The air tastes queer

Wish it would force me back over the ocean.

But instead, I bow and scrape

Pressing together my cracked lips

Like a child weaned too soon.

They stopped my tongue

Took away my children

I wet-nursed white babes

Cried and cried

And cut out my eyes

Storms are raging

Clouds of flesh are black & blue

I'll make my coffee with a kick

Light on the cream

Heavy on the arsenic

I clench my fist

At the bleeding moon

Ragged in the rain

Leaves falling to a deadline

Spinning circles

Of quiet death

I kneel down to watch it arrive