For Mama Chola, Mami Wata, Yemaya & Oshun
Water Mothers Speak If all were once water, indeed, we still rise with heat & cool to rime. Of form, little changes from there to here: there’s nothing new under the sun If passion craved flesh, then flesh you shall crave. Hunger hungers still. We, resurrected, warm under a familiar flame though it burns cleaner than before. There’s nothing new under the sun Even if bones fade west, memory unfalters. Death is only the body’s strange business never a water spirit’s weight to bear.