Graveyard on the Point:
A Survivor Remembers his Catechism
The survivor at the cross roads,
wreathed in his personal storm:
… et discerne causam meam /
… and distinguish my cause
de gente non sancta… /
from the unholy nation.
bells on buoys
peal out sea warnings.
Tonight there is a grief across the grève.
Sa griffe / his claw,
ma griffe / my claw
scratching at reality’s surface,
hiding inner meanings,
leaving the depths unplumbed.
Did he really paint
the reality of the shipwreck,
Cette pipe, qui n’est pas une pipe! /
This pipe which isn’t a pipe!
Mi grito que no es un grito! /
My cry which isn’t a cry!
Cette vie qui n’est plus une vie!
This life which is no longer a life!
This littoral bay
no longer a literal bay.
ab homine iniquo et doloso erue me /
from the unjust and deceitful man deliver me.
Over bird frosted rocks,
a ring billed gull cries out whose name
on its early journey to greet pale stars?
On the beach at the cross’s foot,
a grey robed pilgrim
stands in dusk’s failing light.
et introibo ad altare Dei:
ad Deum, qui laetificat juventutem meam /
and I will go unto the altar of God:
to God, who giveth joy to my youth.
Mouettes, göelands muets:
sea gulls, silent sea gulls:
white arrows shot over sea wet sand.
He stands solemn before this graven stone
waiting to be blessed:
sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper /
as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be …
The eider duck sigh for their siblings,
tossed from the crèche and lost
in the long low swirl of the sea.