only skin

and there was a booming above you

that night

black airplanes flew over the sea

and they were lowing and shifting like beached whales

shelled snails

as you strained and you squinted to see

the retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry

you froze in your sand shoal

prayed for your poor soul

sky was a bread roll

soaking in a milk-bowl

and when the bread broke

fell in bricks of wet smoke

my sleeping heart woke

and my waking heart spoke

then there was a silence you took to mean something

run