Deepwater Horizon w. Allan

Bedbug infestation out on the
rig at Trinity Shoal
Allan, call your wife
dawn broke in violent colors
she sung swift division among
the sailors sent to rescue
she swam with the cephalopod

riggers ran rampant
radio automation
evangelical
what white god would send
the serpent?
what brief christ would cut such
an obscure path through meaning
and underbrush?
vigilance does not save the
village idiot, amen?
brothers?

he is blind in many more ways
wrinkles and rusted metal
hungry sea seething with the
flotsam of psychopathic spittle
invertebrate with the
suction-cup tentacle
ceramic child's chair at the apex
of the temple

education, higher learning
limited intentions proved Allan could
not keep going in that wild
way of his
too alive to be allowed to live wild
warden of the shoal
machines
entrapped
so far, so good
they say and god agrees
the graves are dug for somebody else.

TA