I chase time and plead for it to slow so that I may catch my breath and whittle it into prose.
Screams, scrambling, hollering,
as the engine of a silver car speeds into persons, bodies, citizens,
into souls wearing skin:light skin, dark skin, holey, freckled, scarred skin,
Wade in the water….Wade in the water, childrenWade in the water,God’s gonna trouble the water…
Wade in the water….
Wade in the water, children
Wade in the water,
God’s gonna trouble the water…
Our island was under siege from the sea. Now it is sunk, held down by the weight of water, muck and gravity. We fled. We were…