The Sea Monster – Kyp Harness

 

 

***~~~~~THE SEA MONSTER~~~~~****

The days are so frightening
My dreams are full of lightning
I just got back from fighting
In the war

My very kind companions
Left me shell-shocked and abandoned
When all that love and understanding
Went out the door

Come on mama, save me
Come tell me I’m not crazy
When I say I’m seein’ sights that amaze
I’ve never seen before

As we stood with hopes subsidin’
And we looked to the horizon
The ol’ sea monster was risin’
From the ocean floor

We started out believin’
That the deal was square and even
Before charity and reason
Went by the side

In the battle clash of visions
Hollow greed and cheap ambition
Left each one in the prison
Of their mind

Come on mama hold me
I remember what you told me
All about the people blind and lonely
Livin’ in a diamond mine

As our hearts were torn with pity
We looked to the town and to the city
And saw the ol’ sea monster swiftly
Risin’ from the other side

There were strategies and ruses
False concern and bad excuses
There were banners, flags and nooses
Flyin’ in the wind

We were distracted and sedated
All our sins were elevated
And all that could have saved us
Was trampled in the sand

Come on mama, love me
With your love so far above me
Come flirt and turtledove me
To the end

As we try to find the sacred
And the courage to stay naked
As the ol’ sea monster comes shakin’,
Steppin’ to the shore again

 

© 2018 Kyp Harness

elegy of this day being – the song and the poem

 

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The Poem:

 

elegy of this day being

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At the throat, brushed green like tile I shine.

The devil says “hum-drum”

as the eel struggles, futile like a wagging tail.

So many broken, hating with the hardness of crocodiles

and ants, pulling along their dead,

to consume, knowing nothing of sorrow or forgiveness.

All night I sit with my naked thighs

on the carpet, red from the heat.

What point could there possibly be

to all this pain, the death

of others, the sickness that swarms in mid-air?

Hurricanes hit the graveyards.

A gull tilts on a telephone wire. I wish to bid goodbye.

I wish for ice-cream cones in my fridge,

a handful of poppies to give some child,

any child, I meet.

I see dead eyes in my dream,

glossed with mucous and unbearable vacancy.

How do I serve when the world is so cold?

The humpbacks know this, the midgets

and also the centipedes.

I want to hide in rooms where

infants are sleeping or salamanders nurse their young.

The darkness is in me. The ground deceives me,

changes colours as I go.

Let us go now, my nightmares

and I, go under the light, go until

our heart’s blood is free-falling, exposed.

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Copyright © 1998 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in the summer 2012 issue of “Parabola” called Alone & Together

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