from Articles of War, Section II
We move on a central, generous blue.
Wind high, ocean plain smack
tonnage our bow plows through,
the boiling salt excitement of our wake,
gone in minutes,
then birds on our bobbing crates
a thousand miles from land.
To pass the time
I try to teach our bosun mate
"Sailing to Byzantium."
Good-natured, he laughs and laughs.
John Barr, "from Articles of War, Section II" from The Hundred Fathom Curve: New & Collected Poems. Copyright © 2011 by John Barr. Reprinted by permission of Red Hen Press.
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Poet John Barr
POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern
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