Across the Gulf

The smooth white bellies of sharks.
Thunder clouds on the horizon like giant murder masks.
Perfumes from the undiscovered isles foundered in immeasurable depths,
The eternal shambles of the spaces,
The perpetuate moan of the sea deep dead,
And our three brains from the captain’s bridge laying siege to the fortified mysteries of God!

Benjamin De Casseres


Source: The Sun, March 26, 1916, Section 6, p. 11