Room 188

November 28, 2016

Irishman, irishman,
white hair, pale fire eyes:
where are we heading?

Into a black west,
throttled by clouds
said he, the face grave
cloud against the day,

and my body hurt
and the mind was dim

but what can one do
when the crew has been
eaten, when even
plants ’round have fever?

on the left bank, high
in the trawlers’ net
maiden faced sealbeasts cry

One Response to “Room 188”

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