Devonian Fish
POETRY
2018
lumper lumper
soundless and stock still
a capsized world hidden
who shall find us amongst these voiceless reeds
Pressed down
listening to the one last vein
of the river Belubula to babble with
our mouths are open and the suck is spoilt
and the ebbed tide is close to ones chest
skimming a stone where depth has it's last leap
can you feel that?
can you?
they are where the water does not serve
all ears to the lumpers
and anchors to this slab of sea mud hooks
sitting cold and covered
light into darkness
90 kilograms stacked.......... lumper lumper
devote themselves to the unapologetic
hemmed in quietness
of the gravity of this earth
Can you feel that?
Can you?
dog leg course of departures and returns
we paid our way
no more tails of twists and turns
above us are the lumpers.......... lumper lumper
skimming a stone above
where depth is poised
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