30 september 2018
The Drowning
The ancient war is on.
You kill,
or get killed.
Do not jostle.
You were sinking in quicksand
taking on the depth.
In exile, you
wanted the remains of
a brilliant moon, after it was possessed.
The poet will find
the jungle, standing quietly
after the execution, was stayed.
Between the witness
and accused, the judge will not
reverse, the slant of the truth.
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