head of the meadow
is there life beyond the mast
Head of the meadow
I see creatures crouching in the grass
the tethered whale made of glass
holds moon and night in holy mass
Is there life beyond the mast
- I tiptoe
Is this word my last
is this world dark and vast
perhaps exactly the sea for which I asked
Four ships pass
I am trapped
sail past
the untethered whale
who …

