Water Rot

The long long rut
The deep deep cut
rocked in blue green water heart
blood in the water
remembering who it spilled
are you under my spell
are we each other's skin
I buried in the Earth those parts that were rising
rotting flesh
bones that needed quieting
the water runs through it that knows us all
ancient more ancient
the water's song filled my boots
warmed my feet
the tiny wave needed to be
rusting, wood
Your last view - sparkling water
no faces, no voices but rainbow
eye
a miracle, a touch
a finger to purify
remember its birth - the water
and now its decay

old decay of scribes dyeing inks
must i write all day?
the water on the page (now earth, blue earth)
red water for the earth
bled into the air
let's float there
some of us will go to the sun, some to the earth
some to water
the new scribes wear their inks on their skin
the water must stay in
the hard part isn't the doing but the in-between
new flower, it's okay for it to leave
see through hear through speak through air