The Things That I Now Know

Terra Nullius, my island, my despicable beast
An arch into the ocean as your birth was blocked in breach
And in the ready wild my body and my soul
Divide themselves between you and the blood that’s in my bones

In the early winters there lay slicks upon the flats
From the snow that split from mountains that would thud and puff and crack
The white birds shrieking murder through the drifts of clouds and sparks
And nested in the tallest, thick with scent and dripping bark

In me, my spirit feels unease, a great nausea
That ties my tongue and swells my gut and achеs and pulls and tugs
My instinct cannot reconcile the things that I now know
Thosе strong hands slapped away like children at a bowl

Will I ever know real knowledge, is it even mine to change
I dreamt I saw an answer and a child’s was its face
I am sorry, I am sorry and my children will be too
If I don’t any better with the blood that’s in my bones