FLOOD

Bee is out in the Bayou
cutting some tracks

me I be drinking
skipping stones, drinking
some of her lemonade

got a bit today drunk on it
then watched your blues movie
(the one
where you were Miss Etta
singing you would.
rather go blind)

wonderd how
you could spin gold
in your land of cotton

Marigold dress reborn
baseball batting those
windshields apart
and Warsan
Shire
words threading through
the cloth
kneaded into
the dough

get those words finger painted
at least, if not tattooed

write their calligraphy
    across a dancer’s body now
everything
on six
   inch heels
   moving in full formation

Mississippi
night magic
Texas Bama

police car sinking submerging
like the Hunley
or
the Nautilus

epic how these streams
flow together
a world in flood

Published by Damian Garside