Crossbones Garden

Here, your remains
will stay in this ground
consecrated now
and for those displaced
and snatched
away undercover.

Here, from the stews,
your wings fold
over the little ones
from the rookeries.

Here, we will always
have water
for your flowers
under the held stars.

On Peckham Common

At dawn, while the city was rising,
a dream of fog fell on the Common,
draped the lake, clouded pathways.

Trees rode the waves,
and everything was taken to a new plane
while I was inspirited and shoreless.

But walking led me to an understanding
when I saw that joy could set in water
and melt instantly
under the sun.

That I could leave, an apparition
never seen, heard of or a part
of this terrain.