to know is to taste
a fruit and eat we must
each one eat

are we living coda, post script
can we build again with Gaia
shaking shoulders in mourning

a song a capella
through fever dreams, books,
archives of faces, we meet with each

are these scattered Tarot able to speak
can we find Ariadne’s string
or has it been severed by forget

our hands roughed lifting stones
of re-membering place plates
at a table that though lonely remains

from whence these bones
these empty spaces these scars
and to what or whom do they point

we hold one another in amazement
putting words to the ineffable
and action to impossible hope


Ryan McGivern