Treasure Island

Algimantas Mackus


Untitled #3


Maria was made for sex
Maria emerging from truth
Maria's the black
this blood
foam floats up on its crest

Maria has the body span
with torso all torn
Maria's a name given
for water to be born

Maria you ease back to die
under lashing keen whips
Maria big with Africa
Maria set up for kicks

Maria wholesome air
Maria give us rain
Maria lays her body down
Maria comes out of her son

Because you did not pray for solid everyday detail
in the ripe oval shape a grape has,
I now take on the season of death
as an ending thrown in ahead of the curtain.

Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2014

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