Christening

Stooping by an empty bed
sand falls from my
windswept head
everything
the prophets said
drags the sun
into the sea

Bottled pleas on restless waves
drift above
forgotten graves
where the sovereigns
and the slaves
lose their names
to history

Cream and almonds with the queen
rats steal through
the brigantines
everything
the prophets dreamed
hauls the moon up
with the tide

Reefs born up from sunken ships
clumsy prayers
fall from my lips
where the heart and head
eclipse
is where the bow and blood
collide