Fire Down on the Labrador
Awash on the lifeboats, we cling to oars
and pull away from the ship, toward shore.
Not far, the subtle conflagration spreads
its wretched treachery across the deck,
touching off the veined sinew of the nets,
devouring canvas, timber, lies, regrets,
sieving memory from desire, turning
sackcloth to ashes, our whole world burning.
Prayers cannot salve our desperate flight,
drifting into the maw of endless night.
Unmoved, the sea around our struggle swirls
in its unfinished current, the blue world
untethers icebergs in its patient stream,
continues in its deep cetacean dream.