O PROSPERO
the waves
go Charybdis
swallow you
syllable by
magical syllable
I search for an analogy
but Polyphemus devouring
navigators is
the best that I can
come up with, limit
to what my mind can do
and with that
all this wizardry, command
of the firmament
is at
its end
and with its end
the island sinks slowly
like a torpedoed galleon
slides under
a grateful ocean
desperate for repossession
everything best
in the fulfillment of this desire
saved for last
poems 2 die for 