Member Poem

CHER AMAZÓN

Submarine incubus, forbidden hero

Held under the ruinous

Weight of the water since 1838

While you grew no older

Waiting patiently

A few kilometers and 30 fathoms

Off your island home

You bore a daughter, I hope,

For if you’d had to strangle a son

How could you

Tell yourself good morning

In your athletic asymmetry?

You raised her too, I’m sure,

To never blush at sisters’ nudity

Draw a strong bow

And never blink at a target.

And if that target smiles

At her, what then?

Will she adhere to your course

And will I have more company

With which to while away

The years?

And will I see her?

The end

Published in Electric Velocipede 15, 2008