On the sixth day after family foundyou waterlogged the rest of us wolvesdispersed their findings             and you sankinto the sky again Schools of constellations swim like the fish you watched in sinking light, twinkle under powderedyouth                          gunmetal grey         they migrate South into mist brave enough to stop bulletsWhen you fled the urn,I heard Truth's chain yanked...

On the sixth day after family foundyou waterloggedthe rest of us wolvesdispersed their findings             and you sankinto the sky againThe peeping-glass window     bobs above whitecapsto beckon a            plea. Schools of constellations swimlike the fish you watched in sinkinglight, twinkle under powderedyouth                         gunmetal grey         they migrate South into mist brave...