Jun 3
I do not mourn.
I take what comes—
feather, plastic,
skin.
I wrap them in salt —
and silence
The man did not ask
but he drifts now
with the others—
The fish, the feathers, the gods.
I take what comes—
feather, plastic,
skin.
I wrap them in salt —
and silence
The man did not ask
but he drifts now
with the others—
The fish, the feathers, the gods.
(This is one of three companion pieces exploring the same story from different perspectives. "Drifting" tells the narrative, "The Taker" speaks from the ocean's voice, and "Man" captures the man's perspective.)
