( hammill )
“unreal, unreal” ghost helmsmen scream
and fall in through the sky,
not breaking, through my seagull shrieks:
no breaks until i die.
the spectres scratch on window-slits
hollowed faces, and mindless grins
only intent on destroying what they’ve lost.
i crawl the wall till steepness ends
in the vertical fall;
my pain has sailed into the sea –
no joking hopes at dawn!
white bone shine in the iron-jaw mask
lost mastheads pierce the freezing dark
and parallel my isolated tower…
no paraffin for the flame –
no harbour left to gain.
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