by Daniel Hoffman
(galleons in sea-pomp) sails
over the emerald ocean.
The ceremonial motion
of their ponderous race is
given dandiacal graces
in the ballet of their geysers.
Eyes deep-set in whalebone vizors
have found a Floridian beach;
they leave their green world to fish.
Like the Pliocene midge, they declare
their element henceforth air.
What land they walk upon
becomes their Holy Land;
when these pilgrims have all found tongue
how their canticles shall be sung!
They nudge the beach with their noses.
eager for hedgerows and roses;
they raise their great snouts from the sea
and exulting gigantically
each trumpets a sousaphone wheeze
and stretches his finfitted knees.
But they who won't swim and can't stand
lie mired in mud and in sand,
And the sea and the wind and the worms
will contest the last will of the Sperms.
Last updated April 25, 2023