ENTERPRISE
I want you to know : how the lamplight beckons
a heart to run, how the firestorm created bellows.
Outside of this small domain, I am looking around -
there is a Cadillac limping by, as in days of old.
No one carries such features these days. The
monk-ship lists in this harbor, where three men
are spitting their juice into cups as they talk.
Tired, hard-hammer men, bolstered of steel
and strong stories. Yes, even they know - all
those days are pas us now. Another man is
dragging a pail full of dead fish, it would seem,
from the boat to the boathouse, dragging a
clang as he goes. Only noise. Only money.
These fish will sell by the pound.
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