Water, in two parts
i
We saw the battered ducklings
In the earth,
Their souls turned to meat;
I receded into day far from soil,
Mute as water.
ii
A river divided them from birth.
Divided their tongues.
Divided out their language.
Struck borders.
Kept an implausible peace.
Water made the toxin possible;
Leant its stoic doubt
The tolerance of disbelief.
Under water, the voice dried sound. The shape of water, unimaginable,
Drowned the sight from their eyes
Until they could no longer see
The sharp metallic sky
Or hear the violent song of the knife.