The Wave
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Joe GonnellaThe Wave
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Joe GonnellaThe Wave
Pass the munitions up, gently, Deckhands. Peace the loss Of love with honor is at stake Unburden your boats, gently, Deckhands. The austere rituals Of peacetime reveal an insane sea. Your precious spoils are fragile. Riding out of hell into Hoboken Tankers dock, pouring fire on the land. From mangled dashboards, Across ribboned highways, Through tangled steel, flames rise, Energies die. Motionless insects cling To constricting weeds. Carefully, deckhands, carefully, The embargo has been lifted, Escape from your visions, awaken From your deep dreams; unbound, Un-bandaged, hoist your cargo carefully. Oceans dash and seas seethe, waters Coil beneath a cobalt sky, wrap Around their swollen shoulders A morning mist of grief to greet the sun. The water, brimful with hollow sockets, Heads pecked raw, lips shorn, teeth Protruding, is a floating tomb Corpse-jammed. Wooden women Guard the ghostly mass. Beneath, Sharks eat hearty; above, birds swoop,
Sharp beaks flash, etch into flesh The hieroglyphs of wounds. Limp kelp and hair mingle in the brine. A wave reaches the shore. A crest of blood and blue inundates The Jersey meadowlands. Montauk Is inundated. The Pulaski Skyway Is strewn with teeth and bone. Carefully, deckhands, pass The munitions up. Peace The loss of love with honor Is at stake. Unburden your boats Carefully. The austere rituals Of peacetime reveal an insane sea. Fragile are your precious spoils.