What are you doing?

by Christos Polydorou

What are you doing, my love?
I am collecting your bones.
But they have been placed by history into my body.
What I am doing now is I am scattering your bones.
But a great sea is going to wash over everything anyway.
What I am doing now is I am watching the waters separate your bones.
But in this way when they put me together I will cover a greater surface area of the world.
What I am doing now is I am eating my own words.
Our words. You just chose to put them in the wrong order.

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