The Scream

Time's receding bridge
brought us here,

alive, from the bellies
of our dead. 

Wide eyed, mouth 
open, bald,

you hold your head
like a burnt out bulb.

Give me your hands.
Let’s trade faces,

cradle one another’s chin
while sky screams red.

Blue water below
whispers flow.

We jump in,
swim for distant boats

whose purpose
is unknown.