Saturday, February 26, 2011

On the SS Mercy

You found the fetid water warm, and so churned, charmed.
Content to sink more than swim.
"Me, too," you murmured as you were spewed out.

The luminous waves turn gray, toss the bottled message
back toward the waiting rocks

Glass cracks, words soaked into

what you heard as only the sound
of the wake, mercy blurring

Drowned and drowned out

Your seashells appear on the edge
of the frame that your daughter wished unadorned

Shhhhh. Too much, too much to be borne.
While you lose yourself, save her.

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