of arthur and dark water

not a poem,
but a warning
exile turns
sleep into worship
but don't you know
I have a boat
and the water is still now
you have to learn
from the inside
what it feels like
to float
these are silent
lessons,
untaught, indulgent
under midnight
blankets
a man with a family
can do the most
damage
his actions go farther
than we really know
twice removed force
to punish the
evening
distant, unreaching
east of New England
in water,
forsaken,
listening
from below