the onus


when you 

speak my language 

better than me 

I turn into a stone lizard     

ossified in shame and jealousy                                         

waves lap at your sandy toes 

as you spin  

summer fibres  

into kites for your children 



from the dunes 

I bake in atrophy 


dusty carrion 

too angry to learn behind you 

the hawk  

circles overhead 

crying the names of my ancestors