The Sea Kelp Wood, for Alden
Though brave and ambitious
In the day, the Sailor Boy
Beat, beat, beats his breast
In the shelter of the night.
Nausea is a knife; he has never been seasick.
The Sailor Boy bites back the vomit that would
Alert the world to the truth, as
He strolls calmly, too calmly, towards the Sea
Carrying a knowledge unknown to those he loves;
Guilt weighs heavier than silence
This, a gleaming, searing, aching truth.
The Sailor Boy strolls, too calmly,
Through the tearing waves;
Because he does not wish to leave
Their anxious, ever lapping company.
The Sailor Boy’s skin soon matches
His eyes, once so blue, as the last
Few bubbles of breath scurry towards the surface.
They should have dragged him
With them, but the Sea loved the Sailor Boy
So they did not.
They defied the wishes of the world above
To the Sailor Boy’s sweet, chiming voice
As he quietly whispered
To let him sink.
Down down down in the deep
Where the cerulean creatures play,
He wanders in a sea kelp wood.
Here, he has company.
Here, the heat from the sun cannot touch him.
Here, the quiet shelters the Sailor Boy
From the raving madness of the
Storm that shrieks above.