Oceanic Myth
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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