O

A Poem

By Geoffrey Diver

rich, dark, wet
saturated with life
and death
and life
and death
this soil seeps
in through my skin, under my nails
making red and black and brown and red
the pale
of my palms
waking that which sleeps


there is blood in this soil
mine
and yours
rich, dark, wet
I can smell it on my skin
I can taste it in the water
a libation
an oil
an infusion
a balm
soothing that which weeps
giving life
and death
and life
and death

as my feet are stained, so too do they stain
see, here, I walk
and the ground beneath us is marked by my step
and yours
is mine
is yours


as my tongue is stained, so too does it stain
see, hear, I talk
and the air between us is marked by my breath
and yours
is mine
is yours

as we go, so too do we remain
but a single sound in infinite refrain

before life, after death
we are clear and bright and perfect
sunlight

and in between
we are all this
the red and the black and the brown and the red
and the green