Revelations
And the light sways forward
On the self-destroying waves.
-Delmore Schwartz
Fog and mist court ruin of
apocalyptic person-
objective left shadowed
in threat, fear and protest.
Shapes of angular doom
across dark, vanquished land,
where thug and fragile teacup
are harangued to get a job.
What once we refused to see:
how scrim sinks ankle deep, shorn
in rays of fist-raised sun; betokening
amethyst from nightly travail.
The interminable ocean
opposes standup mountains
and their bunker mentality.
Sentinel rocks repel enemy
flung salt. In four years
they will still be here; redeem-
able despite the changing weather.
They will not quake to Canada.
***
Interested in submitting poetry to The Good Men Project? Check out our guidelines.
Photo by Gustav Klim /Flickr