Drowning
[as with Macalister’s boy and the fish
so grief has cut a square into our sides
the shock of our wounds
means it is all we can do
to stare from
our numbed eyes
there’s no flex left in our bodies
nor can the warm strobe of the keeper’s lamps
save us
and our dazzling skins
– now turquoise
– now lilac
– now gaudy with blood
– now lessening
in the fall from light
in the fall from light]
Allison McVety
Lighthouses (smith | doorstop, 2014)
Allison McVety's third collection, Lighthouses, is available directly from the publisher.
