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for the many ghosts of the Mediterranean, for those that remain unknown
I want to take you down to the beach
I want to offer you its silence, where you are hanging
under the palms there are phantoms, the phantoms are smiling
I want to show you the coral shelves where we buried your body
I want to show you each life I swallowed to maintain the colour of my light cart
I have done it all to ensure my little girl wears the same shoes as your little girl
sometimes, more or less, I have been wrong.
I want to tell you why I ate bread when you were eating air
I want to tell you at the same time as you want to tell me
that you want me to tell you, but anyway, sorry, I am busy.
I am riding on a wave peppering my light cart with holes. I am trying to drown
thousands of people. I am trying to drown.
I am trying. Look closer (there is a word missing).
I want to take you down to the beach
where I have tied the archangels to the palm trees
heavy ropes chafe their feathered waists, the match strikes.
I want to show you that the angels are burning.
I cannot show you, you are not looking.
Charlie Baylis is from Nottingham. He has published two pamphlets Elizabeth (agave press) and hilda doolittle´s carl jung t-shirt (erbacce). He spends his spare time completely adrift of reality. http://www.charliebaylis.com/