On the Craft Cancer, the Crab
by PETER LAYTON

 


It’s the Sargasso Sea.
The sky is wan, warm, a
Hammered metal sun.
Not asking, not telling, we’re
Unsympathetically in this
Featureless boat.


Its yardarms have
Unfortunates roped from them.
Funny, or not funny.
Maybe possibly depending
On one’s subjective
Points of view.

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