Séance

They called the captain back to his ship. reckless storm could hold a tirade against him — hoisted upon the members, his brow stearns &…

Menin Gate at Midnight | Source

They called the captain back to his ship.
reckless storm could hold a tirade against him —
hoisted upon the members, his brow stearns & furrows.

I shriek, “do not let him go,
he is a bitter man
the sea has taken all he has.”

But they cannot hear.
every dove synchronous with the ocean.
& at bay does the sand circle, ‘round and ‘round,
doomed destinies marked

I can no longer tell the difference between the ink and the tattoo.

But they called the captain back to his ship.
it was a broken promise else be fair.
hearts made crimson only by the sunset
bleaked whiskey, otherwise.

His lover was a quarrel, in quarantine,
masquerade as something painted in pink —
I no longer can tell by map
where you can drown

& where you can breathe.