sea in her hand

I, a headless ship floating on it

the waves, snarling strays – trying still to inspirit us


they are why I came to you

in the flesh, with nothing but a lantern of stowaway pomegranates,


behind my chest

and we do nothing but smile partially at the foot of the sea wall’s crumbling

enemies calling each other friend by the world’s broken figurehead

12/15/2007

Posted on 12/15/2007
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