sing back our space by lucy gray
Lucy Gray
sing back our space
bogwood sculpture
120.0 x 140.0 cm

Stay with me now,

call me by my name, again and again

until I sink to sinew and decay

until maggots rove my rotting flesh

until I am a mass

heaving cheerfully to humus,

until I draw in the iridescent beetle,

until bluebells thread me with bee after bee

and we sing back our space

in the undivided nature of things,

until we lean in, wavelet by wavelet,

and we dare, lightly, to touch.