I was born a giant. I held fire
in one hand, the book of justice
in the other. I was born to metal
and flame, the rain and sea
cooled me, I greened as a forest
as the water rose. It is not enough
to pull into my harbor. Now
I stand at a locked door
without gold. The waters will rise
and rise and my fire cannot burn
underwater. Instead
each joint and joist of me
will rise in a constellation.
I will burn among the stars, visible
from any ocean. If you are not welcome
in the new world, you are still
welcome in the sky with me.
