sestina for sailor siblingssestina for sailor siblings and shantiessestina for sailor siblings
My brother has up and joined the navy, and I'm staring, just staring at spilling milk, thinking of everything good I have wasted. He's off to sea without knowing any shanties, to learn yardarms, jibs, and how to properly pass aboard. It's all too damn British, the vernacular of the sailor.
My brother's gone off to be a sailor. It's replaced god in this house; it's the navy this and heel snap that, permission to come aboard. And I'm getting scolded for drinking all the milk, for sulking in the bathtub, for singing only shant
Across SticksMountains blue like our politics And history flaunts herself Shamelessly in wooded hills,Across Sticks
Stone walls, and cobblestones that trip trap, Articulating the black powder musket fire and the foliage- Crushing footsteps of Half-mortared centuries. Under your streets are buried
Shafted wishes hissed with a cupped hand into Ever rocky soil. When we stumbled here, seasick, They said we’d never make it but The way the weather
Slopes here makes the blue hills only hold us tighter.
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Murder your darlings
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