Anchor
The
dying
sailors
threw
the
anchor
over
the
ship.
They
had
chosen
their
graves,
to
dwell
with
their
cargo,
with
the
sea
monsters
and
souls
of
Is sailors it?
this death as they know it or life as they owe
darren thomas
Fri 22nd Aug 2008 08:18
It's an anchor, right? No, wait a minute. It's dead souls floating through the sea toward Davy Jones' locker.
Concrete poetry is usually set in its ways but this is great.
*Noticed your recent part 2 about the city but not had chance to really read and digest it Richard, due to boring revision and heaps of poetic apathy brought about by the former.
Keep writing though, I'm enjoying much of your work.