Characters

The Captain

The engraven wood, swung,
as a whale from a tackle
round pulled by gravity, and wave
to land with the force of
a sun,
into the deck.
Ahab is here.

The King-Servant

This argument, said King
is killing me. Remove it
from being. He looks rather thin
and eyes, that follow you round the room
rest on his cheeks, and the chin
grinds ceaselessly.

So, with a shot, I cut the gordian knot
Right between the eyes.
Force is the king of reason, when it needs to be.

The Sign-Maker

After the Soviet Union’s fall
The sign-maker was left with a bag of hammers.
The Sickles worked well as their namesake
But the hammers rusted in a pile.
And so they were left in a dustcorner
hammering softly the dust on their edge.

The Princess

Each dress glimmered with the candles
And the underwear chafed, coolely, rawing,
the ladies who went to the crystal ball.

One became agitated as the clock struck
midnight and shattered her shoes
(sharing as they did the wavelength of the bell)
She ran –

But all the prince could find
was crystal shards, blood
and the body in the cold – suspended
by the rigid gown in the ice.

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capuchin

Send your life out in multiple directions like a galaxy shedding stars. Always come back to hope and try to thrive. All posts, (poems, stories, essays, etc.) here are composed by my hand, unless noted otherwise. Please ask if you'd like to use one.

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