Three broke relationships down, I stumbled
To this town, this city by the sea. Worked
Sweat, uncompromised, as each long step hurt
Bones, hurt eyes. And, wanting more, I fumbled
A house, broke what benefits, and mumbled
A word or two about lost pride, to search
For things I’d lost outside: a raven’s worth
Of seed. I picked, pricked my thumbs and tumbled.
God only knows where the ghost has to go.
A living dead inside my space; my head
Full of wants and woes and the words I’d said
To keep unclean the memories of dread.
Cold, throwing stones now it’s gone, sinking low
Each seed, desired by the waters below.