poetry

dot some eyes

a poem by jacob berg

from the queen’s university library photo archive.

anchors now sirens float
martyred or limping, lighthouses
leave you alone til
they don’t. crush them
waves at the cliffside, turn
the stone beach tender. brother
i speak always to you. brother i
got no heart for war. brother
feel my breeze warmly
through your window,
sleep softly in our room i
am writing myself
a quite strange book no
i can’t come home til i
dot some eyes.

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