Chapter 7: Rescue
No sailors stumble off battered boats
To fall into lovers’ arms – not today.
I didn’t believe I would see him.
Another year – empty docks, another winter coming –
My only wish – that he is still alive somewhere –
How vain? How selfish?
Perhaps he is better off dead.
Walk home in the dark,
Strange shapes hang from trees –
Giant fish strung up to bleed.
No, humans. No, something like.
Three bodies swing in darkness.
Blood pools beneath in black stains.
Giant wings drape from their backs like grace
One of these creatures, these men, is still alive.
Cut him down, catch his heavy body falling.
Help, but help hurts.
A night of care
A gift of thanks: a necklace like a rose
Delivered by his mysterious companions,
A promise of help in dire times –