Suicide

Pips of the full moon / spilt on the rooves / the childhood lamps / of my village // emptied / the moon was a dried / bleached apricot // to part // on nightshift / the wind is breathless / for the skies too / have silicosis // what is being cast in the sand? / I placed my ear / to the earth’s rib / the silence of cement // if the moon is full / my heart / when we return / let us walk by the quarries / to look down / at where our body lies.