The House of Water

The Father had died.

The Mother was waxing.

The moon had come

at night

and glowered.

The bones moved over the ocean,

the wake rising ’round them,

the wake moving over the waters,

following the Father’s house.

 

The Father had died.

The Mother was moving,

gathering strength,

gathering voices

gathering against her children,

the gods.

 

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