The woman is dyeing her hair cherry red
To cover the grey patches
To conjour up an ancestry
Left undiscovered in a wall of red tents
Cries of lovers as they were stripped bare
Of the skin and bones
The curling hands of people as they clasp
Together-frozen and immobilized

Red dye stains the woman’s white skin
A ready-made tattoo that will wash off
with the next shower
But the invisible marks cut much deeper
We comes from an egg
The size of a pin-prick
We could be made of light and feathers

Under the sea, we cannot hear the whales song
High above our head, we cannot see the grey geese’s flight formation
In our houses live the present tense
Through the window at night
The universe unfolds and implodes
It is the flicker of millions of stars dying
The human eye blinks and is blinded to time
And the snake gets to see everything but cannot cry.