After the Exploitation

Amanda Auerbach

Would you meet me by the dock, Marie?
Be swallowed, taken up by purer things
The suffering fish belong in the sea

There is no sail to draw from what they see
No flower worth a flower of torn strings
Would you meet me by the dock, Marie?

To really be, we have to let things be
Passing over the dead bird’s bowed-in wings
The suffering fish belong in the sea

Who’s to say that you’re you and I’m me
Once we tear the traps of separate rings
Would you meet me by the dock, Marie?

Dropping our hands, we’ve only to agree
Our words meant nothing more than water’s stings
The suffering fish belong in the sea

I would have crept to you behind the tree
If here tears could be more than broken springs
Would you meet me by the dock, Marie?
The suffering fish belong in the sea

 

The Dock, Ghisly Echezuria
"The Dock," Ghisly Echezuria
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