a war poem
I travelled a long,
long way
to put myself in the way of long,
long bullets.
The wills of storms in the sea and in the minds of men
pushed me with gales of wind.
I travelled a long,
long way to die
a very long,
long death.
They told me that it was the word of Poseidon
that we moved so fast
that my sea legs had trouble catching up.
He speared our hearts and the hull of our boats
and shook them free of the shackles and nets of the deep blue.
The ripples in the sea make me see the beauty of women,
skin whiter than meerschaum.
Getting lost in the deep marine eyes of a woman
that longs for me in the distance,
floating.
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