ENVIRONMENTAL Poem: Through the Flood, by Smilla Sundén Pettersson

It’s the salt that’s familiar
And the deep-down-drowning-green
A cold that cleanses and cleans
the triangle, vaginal wound,
like umbilical fluid
And there’s a craving for sleep
before the waking
Humanity:
mermaids,
Sirens
and
the wayward son returning home
Through genesis
a deluge rising
and birthing humanity
like
The expulsion of the placenta
but not the infant.

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