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...SONNET: 1. THE BRIGHT MOON by CONRAD AIKEN THE LOON ON FORRESTER'S POND by HAYDEN CARRUTH AFTER THE PAPAGO by JAMES GALVIN TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER |