Titanic dreams remain where sunk--they lie,
a dogwood scar for all your jealousies--
Ahab's last glimpse in Moby's blank black eye,
Medusa-marriage tombed in frozen seas.
Blind mirror queen--you star of my bleak deeds!
Atlantis! mangered in lagoons' decay...cracked
silver frame, that weights me to the weeds...
your jewelled junk checkmates decoded day.
That lucid, tyrannous & cold iris
drags earth off-course, harpooned to nothingness--
& my short stake in everlasting Venice is
a pained & painted wail to Davy Jones--unless
those arrows in your palm are not in vain--
plain words come tumbling through your vine again.
Henry Gould | Island Road 68
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