if it will move you                                 
                                  at last

if the gods breathe
                                  mercy                                
                                  thereafter

if the auger has seen its truth among the gulls–                           
                                                 
                                  i will do it.   
                                                
                                  i will bring that                           
                                  truth down

if the currents demand a trade–                                                       
                                                          blood for wind,
blood for wind, blood for wind, blood for wind

let it be
mine.

i am not afraid.

i will have loved
well and utterly

sing a song for me,
a good one, for my at last

becoming
the waves.