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Joël Du Bois

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Noah, his wife

Slipping outside i lost her in this huge ship Alone
and tiny, tossed and sorry, the daily duties lie
too heavy The weight of rain on me, shards of bone
and broken skin, mane never dried by sun. At night
now, the clouds drown out the heavens I know
nothing but water, water And salt deafens. Roaring
wood, rope screaming Repair me. Far below
the threat of a final splash Always almost falling

i feed the birds that ache to fly, they clench their teeth
at the smell of their dead But luckily, salt preserves.
I’m ravenous to taste of earth – a spoonful of mud will
do. Then quiet, breathing sleep, my little lamb beneath
Her nuzzle would mend the flesh, smooth the nerves
The sweat sweet on our bodies. I want us still.

 
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