the onus

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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 

 

watching  

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