11-17-2010, 01:58 PM
A letter to the first lighthouse
Oh, yellow-eyed cyclops
Mapping the night
With a carouseling stare
How much mystery
Did I own before
The language of your light?
I remember stone-piked shores
Stabbing the bellies of boats,
Coral reefs ambushing sailors
Like Apache, in the black-water night.
Men who saw nor heard nothing
But the thickening dark curtain
Of silence and seawater
Men who met the taste of salt,
Then, the limp pose of death.
So Banner of man
Mammoth of masonry
Perched on the divide
Of humanity and me
Swinging your flail of fire
Above my creeping tide,
This is my resignation
To you.
For soon, I’ll be like the coast-
A place for man to stroll down
With no worry, with no mystery
As man clenches the land
Man will clench the sea
Oh, yellow-eyed cyclops
Mapping the night
With a carouseling stare
How much mystery
Did I own before
The language of your light?
I remember stone-piked shores
Stabbing the bellies of boats,
Coral reefs ambushing sailors
Like Apache, in the black-water night.
Men who saw nor heard nothing
But the thickening dark curtain
Of silence and seawater
Men who met the taste of salt,
Then, the limp pose of death.
So Banner of man
Mammoth of masonry
Perched on the divide
Of humanity and me
Swinging your flail of fire
Above my creeping tide,
This is my resignation
To you.
For soon, I’ll be like the coast-
A place for man to stroll down
With no worry, with no mystery
As man clenches the land
Man will clench the sea