Joseph D. Lockwood
Some feel they see between the sea and sky
A rule drawn deep with water or with air,
Which proves no sea birds swim nor fishes fly
Nor at this line the teeth and talons tear.
I saw those fresh and shiny scales that fall
From heaven, white and screeching in the heat,
And darkening oceans in their mid-day lull
Float soft white feathers red with bits of meat.
Is it a night to trap the sound of seas
In glassy pools of only crystal tone;
Or dream the song of painful prophesies,
When I but live one limp long life alone?
Within a dark and silent shell of mirrors,
I sit and grow a hardness round my years.