ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 7
AGAIN
what the river of sound delivers
its barges passing through the night
beyond the reach of the searchlights
a freight of calm with warning spiders
glides easily over half a continent
ears or a safe dock or a stillness in the rush
gladly receives the harvest
a harbor with only two sounds
its population jumps
a suburb of silence engulfs the landing
from far away a flood has sent
the remains of what it smashed
scraps become housing a new life
enters the fractures and dislocated beams
see what scuttles to the safety of wreckage