Another Letter

She's seen in seaweeds grip

tightly wrapped

barnacles hold onto her so tight

help us

pull her out of the seas slippery hands

we can clean her

we can stuff her

we can hold her

for all of her crimes

I found another feather in your hair

the writings that come of it...

under the suns fire and our man made desires to control all that you are

My spirit

Your son

their fathers all should be ashamed

Play it ugly and dumb as long as someone has someone

and there's someone to save

like the woman we found in the sea

she glowed with green pods and leafs and string

conch she stars her stars near the barnacles cling

we pulled her out of the oceans crashing fist

I heard they propped her up on an alter forever to bless

Yes I hear

so you hear

that's the truth I guess

We couldn't' count all the horses and soldiers that passed

with sown allegiance at the right of their chest

All the dead that he drew

from the ink of this feather

had come from her head

and tickled them once lovers