The Tip of the Iceberg

children of the revolution, fallen
like stars from an ochre sky
your bright eyes like cars in the distance
like tiger sharks on a moonless night

listen up!
this love you found crashes as the tide
on an empty beach, a brick
tossed through a white-frame window
& you feel the heat of your blood rise

we were never cool, we were
the tip of the iceberg in a rising sea

your fluidity shocks & inspires
your bright eyes like skyscrapers at night
burning down a sinking ship

& nobody knows where we’re going