[Camachee]

i
remember
tomorrow

[January24th]

Forty-nine
and holding...

holding on
with empty arms
and a
full,
brave
smile

[Camachee]

wives and sisters
stand on all shores
watching men
go out
on the sea
in cloaks of grey
or brown
there on the shore
that dwindles smaller
from the boat
while the water
grows wide between
as red
sinks to ash
in the west
and ash-grey
sinks to black
and the sea and sky
are wholly dark
in the end