DEPOSTION poem

 THE DEPOSITION

I am the Babylonian messenger
the last splinter of sun golding
the window in the tower

I alone survive to tell you
we knotted the sack tight
not a drop leaked out
and buried the ocean under
a hump of grass so deep
the moths can't get at it

I leave you with this
a dream of the ocean
a memory of footprints
on the skin of the water

ERIC BASSO
November 28, 2012