Unsettled
An unsettled body rests on an unsettled sea,
Staring always upward through the cloudy gauze
OF white, foggy eyes. The body sways, slowly
Deteriorating in the sun; slowly soaking in the salt,
Crisping up as it shribbles—drenched and water-logged.
A single rib in the curving ribcage is split,
Puncturing inward, a small red pool shading
The ocean like the minute hand of a sundial,
Like magnetic pulls on the arrow of a compass.
Carrion rots, but this is flesh preserved
In the saunter of its myth, its iniquity
Of half-destroyed instruments and lost cargoes,
Damaged sails that've lost their luster, their color
In the glow of the sun. The westward wind carries over.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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