Shipwrecked Tragedies
The Capitan's tailored tales dilated a valiance
Much lethal than a pirate's rapine and encumbrance
A venomous blade to the wretched's grave
A mellifluous immolation surfing the waves
Ensconced in an enthusing fluvial grove
Of prismatic lilies, daisies, and asphodels
Hastily enrapturing to ship the weary oars
When the lightning and thunder are jubilantly
Prancing with tempest winds of sanguinary
Holocaust undulating in the firmament
And toppling ravenously down like a veil
Pouring down the rut of a heirloom gown
Of the widowed bride of a phantom town
Pothering the turgid and billowing vapors
Condensing fumes cached in the great fathoms
Of a slumbering berserk in an intractable shade
Of hollow and gaudy laze of the forlorn escapade,
Where one does not need a horde of iniquitous harpies
To mar the lamentations of the stimulated elegies
And one does not require an ensemble of sirens
To delude the cloven rationality or even naïveté
Nor does anyone warrants this vast disengaging sea
And the depth of its profoundness or its profound depth
Nix, veto, a ballad sealed in a plentitude of waves
To molt a legendary hero from a seafaring gentleman
For all one needs in his possession is valiance
One more likely to be related by the Capitan
One that transforms the chambers of the heart
Into a hospitable labyrinthine portmanteaux
That shall house the marks of a written hero;
A malignant chronicle in a gagged clangor,
A shipwreck fore and aft the harbor;
Name this hero, I'll name his tragedy.
poem by Norman Santos
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