for once

I would like

to hear someone

name him from someplace else

other than the sky

shape him

from something else

other than ash

play back his breath

through the thumping of drums

the tearing of membranes

the twanging of rusty strings

on a cracked guitar

the shriek of a sax

or a virginal pagan

offering to the saints

the break of a vocal chord

in a yodel

the taste of salt

an old woman’s cracked coral

for once I would like

to see someone

trying to cup the foam

of a receding wave

trying to clutch

at pockets of air

trying to break

my fall

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