Beneath the Killing sea
that holds a wealth of secrets,
off the shore of Morehead City,
a German 352 U-boat
with its own rich secrets
is an island of plenty.
The German U-boat
is a living reef,
a plentiful island, submersed.
I've been there. I've seen it,
a living reef where creatures
of the deep make a home.
I've been there. I've seen it,
a torpedo, its mouth crusted,
make a home of the deep
on this deserted battlefield.
I look into the crusted mouth
of a torpedo forgotten
on a deserted battlefield
known as a Torpedo Alley.
A torpedo, forgotten,
is the Heaven for Angelfish.
In Torpedo Alley one day
an angel swam out through the mouth,
out of the Heaven for Angelfish.
It brushed my cheek with its fin.
A fish swam out of a torpedo
and I understood then underwater
the chemistry of a U-boat, the slow
transfiguration from evil to good
off the shore of Morehead City
beneath the killing sea.
This poem first appeaerd in Prairie Schooner.
From Living Above the Frost Line: New and Selected Poems (Carolina Wren Press).
Used here with the author's permission.
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