Poetry

A Word is Everything – John W Sexton

The very last ship
in the inkbottle
goes down with all hands.

The waters are
impenetrably dark,
their depths a mystery.

A navy-stained whale
breaks the surface
of the navy sea.

A drifting sailor
hauls himself up on a piece
of bobbing cork.

Now he’s navy
through his skin,
can write with his tongue.

All along the horizon
struggling sailors tongue pleas
against the circular sky.

Lapping tides
wash the sky navy –
navy is the last word.

Navy stains everything
as deep as itself; history,
the future, everything.

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