Monday, September 17, 2018

Die End

Is a speck in Namibia, so named
Before this darkness ate us all alive.
Or no, after this pale darkness made us.
It feels like the middle of nowhere now,
On this blue pebble of cosmic nowhere,
But it’s time to seek shelter from the storm
That sweeps over nowhere as well as home.

Once upon a shift in time, I was wed
To a Herero shadow in these sands,
Dressed in the petticoats of those humans
Lutherans converted and Kaiser damned.
My story is nothing, is what I know,
And neither, although larger, is their own.
The point, in each of us, was shadow grown.

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