by Melissa Kiguwa
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i splayed across four lifetimes
his mouth, cross cutting star,
beckoning my three wise spirits
in search of the lost son
his chest, beating drum,
rhythming me across arid
wasteland to trickled streams
his legs, straddled oars,
beating in slow
surrender in reach
of the rising sun
his hands, cradle,
birthing civilization
i splayed
cutting myself in four
unholy numbers
anchored and
butchered
i splayed and
called it love
Melissa Kiguwa - The Four Anchors,
