HTBS posted: " 5 December 2021 By Philip Kuepper The waves are handswaving their wayto shore. Are they hands, lost,of all ships sunk?Are they the handsfrom war-rammed triremes,from ships of explorers,from the Titanic,the Lusitania,the Morro Castle? Are the"
The waves are hands waving their way to shore. Are they hands, lost, of all ships sunk? Are they the hands from war-rammed triremes, from ships of explorers, from the Titanic, the Lusitania, the Morro Castle?
Are they the waves waving at me, the waves waving toward shore, as I sit, abench, in the glittering November morn, glitter gowning the sea, unxious, anxious, moon-drawn in the sun?
Is it that I am to wave back to them?, or stand next the shoreline and take their hands, and help them ashore, help the hands of the drowned ashore?
Each hand curling round an oar helps row the drowned forward, the ghosts of their lives, the very breaths of their ghosts knit into the hands of the rowers.
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