Friday, May 13, 2011

Moby-Dick XIV Nantucket


Nantucket, a sandy shore, entropic mistress.
Weed's would not grow nor did they bother.
Where sailors found harbors from the tempest.
Nantucket carrion born of an eagle mother, her
talons grabbed the first born from his womb.
Where farms died and there was no husbandry.
Where life was cursed with a whales tomb.
Nantucket born of a naive posterity,
and fought to retain her world mightily.
Where men went out to sea in their prime,
and widows kept keen eyes on the sea.
 Nantucket born of sailors bones and grime,
 Where whaling life was lived stubbornly
and where walrus dreams came to be.








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