To PRC
Water runs dark in the silent stream
through the gorge, down from the dam
rised by human hands, so that my
dead ancestors could make shoes.
Cold water from a cold source,
once we swam in it, you and I,
and you swam far and floated
above the sunken tree-trumps;
a mermaid you were, happy
in the cold and dark liquid.
Much did it entomb under,
and much inside me,
and you laughed how quickly
I got out of the water, for you
had swam in the cold Atlantic
and I only stood on its shores.
Yet here I sit, and fear to know
how and where are you now,
for a coward's mind and heart
are dammed inside my flesh.
07.06.2023
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