Back
to issue
og is feathers, guga* down,
white clamour dampened,
distance folded shut.
rock-dark children
lose thought of land,
wash themselves white
to black wingtip:
sharp bodies
cutting trails of air
rise
to paddle dawn-slick sea,
heads yellow-blushed
and dripping.
around them we
slip shelf and
plummet, through
sky and salt,
to break
beak, skull,
on grey water.