First there was the luggage, then the ship.
A centaur followed us, his legs a man’s, his face a girl’s—
Some of us unfolded deck chairs but our books
Survived no better than the flag.
By the end of the week they were shredded.
The god sits on a throne of gold and ivory.
On his scepter sits an eagle.
His robes and sandals, too, are fashioned of gold.
I could go on like this; there was
Nothing on the ship but time.
Time to read, to think, but mostly
Time to read nothing, to think about nothing.
Zeus is long since melted down
Though you can see the molds
From which his robes were cast.
In the middle of the sea, no land in sight, you might be anyone.
Except you’re never in the middle, you’re at the edge.
Why won’t you come with me,
Why must I go alone,
Cried the first man ever to die, no one
To accompany him, no comrade, no lover or child.
I could have stayed in our stateroom forever,
Except that I was hungry, I had to eat.
And when the ship docked finally in Marseilles
I packed up my toiletries,
I thanked the porter, called a cab.
TODAY IN SLATE
I was hit by a teacher in an East Texas public school. It taught me nothing.
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