Odysseus and the Sirens
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Flying Dutchman's Lament
I have memories
As a galleon had sails
Numerous, copious as clouds
Blindingly bright by day
Glowing in moonlight
But shot through now
By corsairs' cannons--
Still wide, bright, catching at
The slightest breeze
But ragged with irreparable holes
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