seen
through
narrow windows
between
buildings
a naked moon
leered light
on
the silted carcasses
of
small and larger riggers
wheels
paddled
into ground....
land-legs restored and rushing....
Jean,
the sea-going barber,
held courtly
in her spotless aerie....
welcomed
a diversionary tactility....
rounds tabled
in
Vella's purloined kitchen....
flat-bellied, an enchanter's
mydriatic eucharist
was served....
sand-sturgeons circled....
each
a totem-to-be.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem