I hide my belief
in history,
I bury my voice
in time and place,
and like the Bay of Portugal
have an unknown bottom.
I am ever unquarrelsome,
even abject, you'd say -
still begging
each treacherous friend
to spare me
some crumbs of love.
I am a reversion,
if you like,
and a regression,
back to the sucking dung
that has clung to me
and from which
I long to escape.
REVERSION