Neptunus

By Gabriel Balente Garcia

Waterwaker, earth-
Quaker, taker of lives, how

You wash’d upon our
Landlubber brood

Standing tall,
Half-naked –

Trident in hand,
Your beard like sand

I was just a child then

No more able than a sea-
Horse or an orphan on a rocking-

Horse, see? Trying to float
At your feet, each step large

Enough to unsettle trees
And each time you entered

The room or me, I drowned,
I drowned and tried quietly.

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