Saturday, July 12, 2014

Requin Requiem

Poems like dreams "say their say
In series, and only
Rarely is a single
Dream revelatory."
When one is, it's too good
And rips through mind's seine,

Leaving a hole the rest
All spill through like herrings
Small enough to escape
Now the great weight is gone.
A poet stands on deck
In the oil and tangle

Mourning leviathan
For all the harvest lost
Trying to catch that one
Or cackling ruefully
In that way loss does when
The monster is not done.

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