Let them fall into the black sea water wrapped in their flags
Let the long boats ride the surface of the waves as the dead fall slowly to the sand floor
Each self overtaken in its wooden box
Each soul with its glassy underwater eye
Slips into an abandoned shell and begins its crabbed walk across the ocean floor
Author/s: Shelley Kiernan
Issue: Fall, 2001
Shelley Kiernan is a poet who lives in Princeton, New Jersey, with her husband and four children.
COPYRIGHT 2001 Feminist Studies, Inc.
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