Friday, June 19, 2015

Oceanic Myth

Oceanic Myth

In the iterative hallway 
lined with identical cabins,
the ocean was not visible, 
but Poseidon's power 
still tilted the rectangles 
in my mind.
My demigod and I 
walked away 
from a unfulfilled library, 
in the belly and without windows, 
containing only the tattered tales 
of Cousteau;
the room 
lost to the gleam 
of glass elevators 
and polished rails 
emitting lighthouse beams 
to attract destruction, 
like Alexandria.
Even the new steel 
welded in bulging seams 
could not resist 
ancient statues of Pan, 
submerged, but not yet lost.

Robert L. Jackson III

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