*white caps, near her shore
nothing more--those and voices
in the breaking waves
she alone hears,
as code deciphered,
their scribe, she is
faithful to the crashing
rhythm, in which she reads
the dance of the dead
countless fishes' swishes,
harpooned whales’ wailing, myriad men
mourning, as vessels foundered
white caps, waves, sand
symphony she alone hears, sees, smells
and understands as dirge*
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC
*white caps, near her shore
nothing more--those and voices
in the breaking waves
she alone hears,
as code deciphered,
their scribe, she is
faithful to the crashing
rhythm, in which she reads
the dance of the dead
countless fishes' swishes,
harpooned whales’ wailing, myriad men
mourning, as vessels foundered
white caps, waves, sand
symphony she alone hears, sees, smells
and understands as dirge*
For Vicki B, though I don't remember why...
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