Sep/Oct 2018 • Vol. XL No. 5 PoetrySeptember 1, 2018 |

Venice Elegy | 2 | Rot Poem

From the Chinese     rot  holds the long rows of this great ship of stone   rot  holds your footstep  my footstep walking the toppled waste where the Admiral gazes down upon the water marble window frames  door lintels elaborately carved the oil paint of the sky  soaks the ebb and flow of tides under the bridge’s parapet young girls’ eyes sparkle on the decks never afraid to wave good-bye  poems of setting sail  poems of dreaming we pass through time  like swallows startled by the bells walk the inverted rotted underwater forest a thousand years of tamping a stinking deep black growth ring holds the palette of the waves smearing your portrait  my portrait a rotted portrait is invisible  yet like roots it grows day after day  poking at the sea’s black-and-blue wound from deposits of sludge rise pearls and dead bones in the sound of colored glass violins a row of dead sailors locked into the struggle to keep paddling in ship

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