Ships gone from the west
My spirit flees
An arrow to the east
Against the black turn of the world
Hope is faster than fear;
Not fast enough
His figure cuts the sharp horizon
Fractures the tide at his back
Droplets turn to ice
The sun sweats cold and shadows;
The ocean’s heart has stopped with mine.
His tendrils rape the earth
Not a god, no
A nameless stranglehold
Giving root to masts and murder
God help me—
You can’t help me
I’m at the banks of Acheron.
My shipwrecked soul’s been set adrift
Charon’s barge has capsized
And the road to heaven is shut.