Whale by Daragh Breen; November Press, Published 2010.
In the Earth’s oceans,
the King Whale, like a worm trailing
silk, dragged the first lines
of Longitude and Latitude about the globe,
holding it tight in its mesh.
They are carved from the bone of those same elk-antlers
that once scratched across the icy surface
of the original black winter sky,
leaving behind a trail of talon-scratches
the Milky Way-long.
The shorn Elk-God’s head is the blood-congealed
mess of the lower winter sun
towards which the men drag their six-legged currach
to gallop over the thrashing ocean in search of food.
Both poems are © Daragh Breen, all rights reserved.
Poems from : Whale , by Daragh Breen . November Press , 2010.