Charles Bane, Jr / Alexander’s Seizure
Alexander’s Seizure
It is an aloneness, this malady.
It hurled me from Bucephalus yesterday.
I fell ( as I lay and shook
upon the fields ) into the sea. There are always
dolphins waiting; in mirrored depths
I take a fin and watch patterns cross
the bodies of my friends that are cut from cloaks
of waves, or handsome shields. I wish the world
were water. Swords below are flashing schools,
darting past and thrusting into space. The dolphins turned
to shallows and I cried, but made only bubbles.
I could not call , “Away from war. I watched you swim
at twilight once, and looked on peace.”
Charles Bane, Jr
2010
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