02-14-2026, 10:42 AM
Swinging Pointe
First there was the body, found
The drifter, Noah
Torn and bound
It is the dirty feet at the boundary of the world
It is the milky eye of the sun
When the clocks have run too long
Second came the proof of land
The ocean’s loom
That weaves that sand
We are half drowned
In the joy of fat and flour
In the sea of fat and flour
Last the kelp baked dry and dust
the ancient hands
were scraped and trussed.
First there was the body, found
The drifter, Noah
Torn and bound
It is the dirty feet at the boundary of the world
It is the milky eye of the sun
When the clocks have run too long
Second came the proof of land
The ocean’s loom
That weaves that sand
We are half drowned
In the joy of fat and flour
In the sea of fat and flour
Last the kelp baked dry and dust
the ancient hands
were scraped and trussed.