the greed of all those bones missing
Thursday, November 30th, 2006
“souls of the drowned return home,” ZJC (2006)
Dylan Thomas, “When the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing/ The voices of all the drowned swam on the wind.”
Howard Moss, “The senseless drowned/ Have faces nobody would care to see,/ But water loves those gradual erasures/ Of flesh and shoreline, greenery and glass … Grown […]