ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 7
TO HOME
the country you came from
has been swallowed by a whale
of course it's not a country at all
more of a contrast for background
the whale is your country now
you may try to pursue it for pleasure
only to be struck with the vertigo
of open sea the horizon equidistant
always from your courage the sunset
igniting a fury of reflections sorrows
heartpouring from you red flood too fast
to level with the sea and so you and
the boat you came here on are riding an
immense hill liquid scarlet heading down
home you scream I'm coming home