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?