I’m standing here, at Ocean Terminal,
wondering what happened.
Moon cut like a glass eye, light bends;
an unusual sequin.
Like I’ve never seen before, light
dies, wondering what happened.
My arm round you we see the stars
die like the moon cut through
us as if it can see right through
us, together, trembling as if
dead. I’m eating an ice cream.
You want some. Us and Them plays loud.
What I’m anticipating now
is far too unthinkable
I am thinking, it is not fit
for the lobe of a simpleton.
In tongues, I whisper it
To an already dead cow, moo
I make the sound for it because
It would have, had it been alive.
He was a bovine delight, he
was all I had, for a long time.
Burying the cow, I notice
you’ve gone, and all I’ve left is dirt.