14 June 2020

By Philip Kuepper

The ship appeared to be giving birth,
as shells were carried, one by one,
out of the ship’s hold.
“Dolphins” I thought the shells,
for the shape of them,
“dolphins” the rowers
would come to communicate with,
in a language from what family
I had no clue,
save a language that was
always being
reinvented by each rower.

(6 May 2020)