A meat mine If you could just see me now, Hands pitted blood red One clasped to my chest, The other covering my wound. Base metal. Like some bag of skin I felt for one moment that I could reach out to you, That the sea in it's wisdom, It's green blue wisdom Could for one impulsive moment cease it's spring tide You're wasting my time Send my aching limbs towards your totem smile. And that my bleeding might stop. And that my wounds could heal Nobody has the decency to say anything And that my arm could weld itself to yours We dream together People pour past me a wilting figure Metallic, Wooden, Constrained. Caged Masked Hatred I felt as if I could see leaves, I could see summer leaves That autumns wind had cast to the ground Give it up... I felt as if I could sculpt time But in one moment This sweet clay turned to blood. Sea blood, Un-refined. We sit in silence I had hoped to sculpt a memory of you Sea memories, Of intense colours contained within a million sea stones. Spoon fed or watershed. Give it up. And kill. Jahyawhan.