soft it is we drown by Reuben Woolley

here
……..on
red sand & sifting
……..i’ll find no diamonds
……..& no
………..dark
………..pearls

a treasure
………..drowning
………..dry

………………………deep
the tide
that didn’t rise
………………………the green
sea
that doesn’t cover
………..we’ll walk
a land that bleeds
the dunes the red & sinking