Odor of death everywhere. You're on a ship and they're serving you rotten meat, maggots crawling in it. Which reminds me of the Stanislavsky film set in Russia where the mates take over and cut the captain and his men into little pieces and drop them in the ocean of Albert Ryder's bad eyesight -- a view unexpected. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FORSAKEN MERMAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD SUPPLICATION by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. THE POSY RING by CLEMENT MAROT TO A. E. HOUSMAN by MARGARET ASH THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: WARNINGS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |