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Thursday, April 12, 2018
Cargo From Cumae
The boat shifted beneath his feet,
And Trojan Nisus bowed his head,
Grey locks cropped against
The cloy, clammy, clinging weeds
Of long nereid fingers
And longing nereid needs.
Scars he touched and counted breaths . . . .