Giles Watson

Giles Watson

Posted on 05/30/2014

Photo taken on April 27, 2014

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Isola 5

Isola 5

5. The Departed Ones
for Emma van Woerkom

The departed ones were born,
and died on things which might
be ships. Red scabs of rust
have crusted out their rivets. I tug
at tillers submerged in sand,
and strung across those rocks
are threads which may have been
a sail. I have dug in silts
for skulls, but found none,
and so I drink and starve alone.

It must have been fresh water
they wanted, for no remains
of fires, no hearthstones or
lintels can be seen. I once found,
wedged between stones, remains
that must have been a sextant
with twin dials, for tracking
trails of these divergent suns.

Poem by Giles Watson, 2014.

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