Waves

After the disenchantment

Comes the despair he'd warned

& so not being one to ignore

A friend's advice

I took the mail boat

Out to the island where

He said he'd once spent

An important summer of

His life retching out

His guts every morning after

A hopeless affair

During which he'd learned

He had no capacity to wound

Those who had done

Nothing except to desire what

He too relentlessly desired that is

Up to that moment his rival

Which is to say the husband

Of his lover covered

The gunmetal walls of a bedroom

With an abstract of bloody waves

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