Departure

Thomas Leonard Shaw

The ship departs at 225

          If you are a minute late

                    The latch will slam into your face

                              Blood and tissue a moment of contortion

          

          If you are two minutes late

                    You will make it to the end of the steps

                              Unable to step down before the ship separates

                                        Your longing now measured in meters


                    If you are three minutes late

                              The boat will already be roaring in the water

                                        Clockwork and fuel learning the sound of ignition

                                                  The tragedy becomes a story of disavowal


                              If you are four minutes late

                                        It will already be racing around the corner

                                                  The islands learning to embrace movement

                                                            The sound of tears a reminder of drowning


                                        If you are five minutes late

                                                  There will be nothing for you to see

                                                            Except for water smashing on land

                                                                      And ripples tracing imaginary wounds and cuts




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