gulf imposed later-day Dives–so thirsty:
un-wanted, excised, selective dross un-made.
Mortal memories exiled
or more marooned,
on a witch’s island.
Knowing the ill conceived plan,
ship of rudder-loss
no traces no currents to Ithaca;
not to spare me
yet to save you,
That sea, chasm across wide divide
an illusion, mockery
how once sweet water
And how none-to-drink shall slake the parched tongue;
pursue rogue leviathan intercept
cradle mast-plagued sea bird of death
yet worthy company dis-missed– or condemned, a sacrifice, a trick.
Wine-dark sea beckons
its gales howl.
21 June 2018