They all scatter about
All splitting Atoms
For special effect
For the duck and cover dance
Of our grandparents
Or yours,
More accurately.
I remember there were Giants
Offspring of man
And angel–
Singing their whale song
Leaving the Spanish monks
In your Hellenistic virtue
You deployed
Your ships to the
Shores of Africa
Where the sun painted
All the sand grains
It was Icarus’
It was the
Eye of the hurricane
Docile and angry
At your feet.
The men did not know
What to make of the sand
And with the length of indecision
Feverishly working against them
They were swallowed.


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