White summer moon on the waves
Sadness in the throat of the sea
The tide from a wider coastline
gnaws these headlands
Ocean is breaking open memories
Watch the somnolent years rouse themselves
Wake back where the sun slaves us
Where the tributaries choke with sickness
Tales stir in these fathoms of silt
They birth on the baked clay banks
Rise in the estuaries as islands of yellow sand
Hear our brittle histories crackle like leaves
The rains tear furrows in our faces
Time and children darker hollows
When night is a warm skin to wear
I will look up to that sky's wizened men
Search those extinguished stars for gods.
I'm a Londoner by birth, currently living and working on Penang Island, in West Malaysia. I lecture in English at the University of Science here. I've had poems published in the States, England and New Zealand.
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