On The Death of The Waters

Shearwater

Compositor: Jonathan Meiburg

from the wreck of the ark
to the fading day of our star
the light races
the light drags
the moon rises
the moon sags
over the rolling waves
and your hands on the balcony
as a spine
pricks the world
and the shudder, deep, is unheard,
but you feel it
oh my god
as the spindle
flies apart
turn your bow to the biggest wave,
but your angel's on holiday
and that wave rises slowly
and breaks.