Twenty Thousand & Some Leagues Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

On your memoriam day I put my mason spectacles
and chisel granite words on your soft cenotaph.

In negative spaces I sketch your bitching body
upon which my thoughts dull

more than my burin could ever engrave
and my eyes focus round your nipples

and my irises reflect stars.
Now dazed and dizzy our pulsing underbellies

draw us twenty thousand leagues under your sea.
Our endings encountering watery beginnings.