One by one
dreams come to die on the page
The news made the rounds
and they came from all corners
to die on the page
like elephants travelling to their graveyards
I witnessed their death-throes
unable to hold out a glass of water
I looked at them for the first time
and for the last time
before wrapping them in the funerary shroud of my speech
and stretching them out on the little boat
that once was their cradle
The current sweeps them away
and quickly brings them back to me
as if the wide-open sea wasn’t out there
but right here on the page