Reclamation Rites

Wait until they drown
The shouts have stopped
And tension is calmed

A wake
Upon the sound
A single guest
They never were found

They clawed marks upon your skin

Still you let that tension in

One in the water
Two on the shore
Flee then you barter
Culling all the stores

Spun in the waters
Drew on the floor
Markings, like epigraphs
On corners of the doors

A wraith
Cold, in ground
Stirs in bonds
And yearns for the psalm

Reached
Heart still in hand
It seeps up through
The dirt of the mound

So nice, try, easy for you to say
(Clawed marks upon your skin)

Tounge-tied, but you talked it back anyway
(Still you let that tension in)

Nice try, easy for you to say
(Clawed marks upon your skin)

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One in the water
Two on the shore