Download copy of video 01:10, Digital Video, Sound Recording (Vocal performance by Angela Counts). Part of the fall 2010 Post-Baccalaureate group show, 27 Days, at the School of the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston. The waves so restless now, Tossing us about, confused This same ocean I knew Since youth, and his eyes too And now, I can’t look. His eyes, the same as mine. Panic, they look away. The same, Dark, ocean we belong. Only now, terror: the smells That we did not know. So Close together. The shame I never knew; his leg Crossed with mine, and hers too. Somebody’s arm bloodied. She fell, We smell, each other, Our humanity. Who are these Devils, the ones with greedy teeth? What did we do, and Now can it be undone?
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