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A Ship Adrift by B. Jones

"With the Fall of Man,
the image of God in him is darkened."

-The Eros of Repentance 


The Bones of Man and
The Wreck of the Ship.

There washed up on the Beach,
Ragged with weeds
And torn sails,

The tide red and churning pink.

The Monkey and the Man Collecting Bones 
For tools, for dignity and, 
most of all, 
For Memory.

Sitting with the Mermaid’s 
Wooden stare and 
The Skin of a Tattooed Mariner.

Blue Flames and
South Sea Mysteries.

A Ship adrift
And spinning...

Through the Skull of God.


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