Oak: attended by insects and disease
tug tight and called my name for me
it asked to be carved out

I've polished and removed
more than all the efforts
of former years could

the sea invited
the tides imparted
the tides bathed
and sanctified
we went till the head
of the lake

the boat professed
and yearned that now
since two hundred
grand years past
that if it could once
now and ever more
pass

I removed a plug
and the waves buzzed
belched the breeze up

the boat sank free
rotting gullets filling up
the pipes rendered mute
by the powers of the waves

free from hunger
not free from touche
at the grip of the hands
of lake
now consigned to the lockers of waves