The River Squid
Posted on July 14th, 2014
You’ll start with a terrific love,
and later replace it with a merely serviceable love,
There was no plesiosaur
but there was a kronosaur.
When you swim the central channel
your stellate ganglion remembers its jaws
and the alarm shocks down the mantle.
Now you know what it’s like to be prey.
Up ashore there are rote chants
on oak pews.
Teach us, good Lord, to serve thee as thou deservest
To give and not to count the cost
To fight and not to heed the wounds
To toil and not to seek for rest
To labor and not to ask for any reward
save that in knowing that we do thy will
Tough syntax for a cephalopod.
You can’t stop seeking rest
or leave off worrying the ragged margin.
The wounds of their teeth
the teeth in the jaw
the jaw in the glass case in the dead zoo.
If I serve thee as thou deservest—
But I have only and ever served thee as thou deservest.
our margin is excellent
and your compliance is not, in any case,