Tuesday, April 24, 2012

29. Toothfish: Shipwreck

Hello to Greece!  The eastern coastline
waves and winks at Gretchen's ship
through gouts of rain.  Stone cliffs rise ghostlike
from the storm.  She bobs and dips
and whacks a rock.  The hull rips open.
The sea's a Scylla: gaping, gulping
hunks of crew.  It swings and knocks
our heroine onto the rocks.
While Scylla barks, she shakes and chatters
but hangs on tight.  Her grip is sharp
to match the rocks.  She starts to slip
when something capers through the breakers—
a shape that chitters... is that... Liszt?—
more great and green than any fish.

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