Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Sunrise with Sea Monsters

by Keith Inman

Were you full of sarcasm, JT

a red a white buoy
snarled in stormy flotsam

net-washed on a beach
in coal-fired morning.

England, then, had everything
for what Beijing would become.

‘Erebus the whaler’ harpooning
the wealth of the world for jolly old
Britain. ‘Another fish,’ me hearties.

Feathered wolf-dogs gull
their way to the white winged whale-fin
flagging the crowd on the wharf,
‘Naought else to do, Gov.’
but surrender to wooden sharks.

Are these your sea monsters, JT
beyond a smashed cross,
timbers on a rocky, empiric shore,
sails in the fog.

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