Refuge of Scoundrels (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 13 Feb 2018 in Art, Poems

Refuge of Scoundrels (poem)

 

 

Refuge of Scoundrels

 

I am fidelity locked in the shell

Of a barnacle, no bounding sea shall

Pry me from the pier

The pier itself then topple in the tempest

And there, still for the hell of me, until the bout’s end bell

I clamp on like a manacle, like a thousand

pounds times a thousand pounds times a

thousand pounds of steel

That feels like success concealed

Gas and poison when the ice cap melts

Begin a slow, slow barrel roll

A yellow stream ekes snaking out

Spiraling subterranean embers

Shaping themselves in the knots of a net

Trash and treason blistering welts

Rise and splash filling rubber boots

Again the crust is soft as a waffle cone

By the poise of a broken vessel’s shard is stapled

Wiring drilled in the plates of the cranial dome

And still a snot of protoplasm bides faithful

Couched in the pit of a gnarled heart

Pebble-dashed under the gothic gable

Grown in obdurance stone by stone

Here writ the name of the formative nation

Refuge of scoundrels

patriotism

 

 


Refuge of Scoundrels

Refuge of Scoundrels
Investigation

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(2018, Stephanie Foster)

 

 

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