POSEIDON’S HOUR

Sea grass, tumultuous mass often to bleed

Under sweeps of my speared splendor

Forget the moment and pretend

To unite in dances with my hair

O lively creatures, land and sea

not weeping over webs of ragged land

my collected rage so pointedly decreed

But lend with tender armor an hour

To forgive the foe of my command

But give, if strikes of Trident be forgotten

To a tyrant greedy for a friend

When luscious kingdoms laden on my hand

and stately fearsome cast in millions

Still shy in thirst of Triton's kiss

Or some shared experience in fear reversed

So broken pearls afloat, out of harm's way

My way to brave, in this loathed grove

Can burn each a goddess's grave

on my sickened arm with vengeance, with hate

Tugs on the waves I wish were caresses

But gentle, they rip of my skull my tresses

When I pine, sea grass on my knee

Or mourn or yearn for the love of the dead

and something of the living

to cradle my crowned but common head

In just this, soft Poseidon's hour,

like witching hour in the angel's lair

A haunting secret to my father's heir

The world unseen, but inevitably there.