With Holes for Thumb Sized Birds - Maritime

Before the sun and after there’s limestone

There’s so little time in this place that I get sick with motion

Before the wind throws us back in the ocean

We’ll be goat horned with sin

In Dead Sea skin

Half of everything we own stands up and walks away

The ancients leak, cats play in the garden

My calcium hands and roman commands all harden

Because the moon is ours

And star eyes are older

With holes for thumb sized birds

In Dead Sea skin

Half of everything we own stands up and walks away