Photo: "Monument" by me
Poem: "The Captain Weeps at the Bell Tower" by me
"Monument"
"The Captain Weeps at the Bell Tower"
He is bored or disembodied and
while the weather is hot, wet,
or hidden, he looks at the
mountains because his maker, born in
the covenants of country and a sweet horror
of a thousand and one mirrors in perpetuity,
made him pensive, unable to look his
predecessors nor his posterity in the eye.
The Captain weeps at the bell tower
every day at noon, with his copper ears ringing and
his neck ignoring the bay down passed libraries and gymnasiums.
He weeps green streaks.
He stains the pedestal
they have stuck down his throat.
He weeps while the bells hang in anticipation above him,
waiting to divide the day.
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