The Swamp

Recovered from her sickness
like a sick calf shakes on the morn.
Before even the ape became human
She'd transformed her womb,
given birth to new incubation

Metamorphosis of the dragon fly,
came we human on the crane's wing
to a shore with a word hoard,
where the lillies set sail to the sea
before the angels were born.

Who fell from the stars to skies
long after we'd left those starry isles
as memories on waters, which we once
trod beyond these ruins & their stars,
where labyrinths run to sewers.

robin ouzman hislop 2004