Murmur of the Bay

Translated by Don Cellini

Look at us there, fermented

between daybreak

               and its chills

the dawn dampens us

with its almost ashen milk

and it moves us

with that glamour of things

that rot

look at us there, ghosts

and leave us there, wandering

biting the mud

to quench the germ

with our constant thirst

nourishing ourselves

on everything that hurts