Man of War
By Carol Frost
After there were no women, men, and children, 
from the somber deeps horseshoe crabs crawled up on somber shores: 
Man-of-Wars' blue sails drifted downwind 
and blue filaments of some biblical cloak 
floated below: the stinging filaments. 
The cored of bone and rock-headed came near: 
clouds made wandering shadows: 
sea and grasses mingled:: 
There was no hell after all 
but a lull before it began over:: 
flesh lying alone: then mating: a little spray of soul: 
and the grace of waves, of stars, and remotest isles.
Source: Poetry (January 2008)


