Awake for longer than forever
and since before eternity:
My waking is the wave that froths and foams
Awake in hymns and the mailmen’s passion
Awake in a house that will be destroyed
and in a grave that will be dug up by machines:
My country is the wave that froths and foams
Awake so that the colonizers might leave
Awake so that people can sleep
“Everyone has to sleep sometime,” they say
I am awake
and ready to die.