She said Today I came home, my piers had submitted to the water
My seas to the whales, my boys to the weather
I felt it again then almost calm, I swear it was almost calm
She said I felt the colors of it the way a tree can shake and not be horrified
You were talking about an emerald beetle last time I heard your voice
Then it happened of course it happened with the schedule of drama
You tore them all down She said I mean he did—his mouth and nose were cut
The toy camera behind the fencepost
Even the birds singing—