Sights Past - Kiran Leonard

I am awake

Restless and razed

Breathless and braced

A stem on the plain

Bed of no place

Yolk without name

Sights of our presence

Mapped and erased

I’m afraid of the tracks slipping from under me

I’m ashamed of what has been done to me

Cleft silver moon

A past without room

Song of enduring

Key with no root

Weight of our aims

Pumice and wave

The rest of a question

Bereft in the clay

I’m afraid of the strength of the family

I’m ashamed of things that are done to me

Talk about fucking machines!

I’m ashamed, but if you’re satisfied, care for that memory

It’s not the same: the image is broken

It’s not the same: dead as it’s spoken

It’s not the same: a network of ocean

It’s not the same: a terrible pain