Now it is February & now the taste of the sea is an agent on my numb tongue
I must work or die I must write these words to be buried under a cask of snow
And now I feel the island’s love as a dull relentless haze mercy hot & slow
I constellate myself to that mama rock wherever I go let me be real one day
I beg & bow storm & howl did you come to know me did you survive it?