This Man Is An Island

black oil tides
grasp the shores
once wrapped in nets
and capelin corpse
a seagulls pitch
gaining merit
steadfast the bailer
in his boat for one
a lonely king
with borrowed blankets
and unfolded towels
stained by the sun
unbroken by design

M.

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