COIL

In the ache of ‘86
They were tense
Chanting in their bedrooms
And writing condolence cards.
They all tasted of salt.
Little Boy hadn’t found his words yet
And the other two had somehow lost theirs
Feeling dizzy and stuttering for a long time.
When the doors closed
The fire’s stomach digested
She became the air, water
And Earth we carried each other on.
As the snake bit its tail
She became a different child
Birthed into the wild world
With orbits and stars.