THE GATE

Excerpt XL

Then we decided to return;

didn’t know what was a return, nor what was

the going forward; compass taken by waves,

severed ship ropes, broken oars; the candle wasn’t

for the ears nor for the eyes. Where can you find

the drowned men to mourn for them? We walked out

to the first land we arrived, broken by the wind,

rain and the rough seas, thrown there onto the rocks,

one on top of the other, we somehow made love

just to corner the cold and fear at the edge of our

bodies,

just to retain a bit of slimy warmth inside us like

worms in the coffin; there, at dawn

we discovered two churches occupied by seagulls

a golden little ship-offering was hanging in the middle

of the dome, behind the Communion Table, ravaged

wooden horse, two of its big teeth tumbled down

the marble stairs.

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