TRIBUTE

What do I say?
My queen who rules the sea
And calls the Bay
Home and in her sight

I smell of salt
You've watched me
Pale in the waters
And not fit to come

Into your palace
Side, despite
Councilors who hold
Your mind.

I tell you the sea
Rises and falls
And who can know
How the wall will hold

Against the next storm
It's the sea's liking
You wave, go back
Back to your boat

Spill on your own deck
Fend off your own bones
Who feed the fish
In the sudden air

Streaming over you outside
Turn into the wind
History closes me in silence
Slipping out to a wide dusk.

~Dave~
19 Nov 04

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