jude ellison – light artefacts

Our task is to pull horses
dead from the sea but the sea

is too wide and the horses
too heavy. There’s a refuge

from the wind but we are not
welcome there. The pier stretches

into the water where we
stand in the whitecaps because

we like to court disaster.
The stories we tell ourselves

about the stories we tell
ourselves don’t hold water yet

I dream in seas I cannot
fathom. We try to count the

bodies but the numbers seep
into the sea. We cannot

find the horizon. Bodies
are artefacts of the light

and we carry them with us,
these light artefacts, heavy

in our hands. The horses are
dead mounds and they glimmer on

the shoreline. We must lift them.
We cannot lift them. We try.


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