William Hathaway, Poet
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Let's Just Not Go There


Let’s let giant squids jet in mighty spurts
alone. Let their corpse white glow
shoot unseen through hadean depths.
Let’s just not go where fire boils red
into black water. Let’s pretend we believe
eyes huge as platters never saw
us see them. In fact,  let’s forget
the seashore this summer; let it
come to us, or do its dismal crashing
without our gazing naked upon it
in obeisance to its soporific thrall.  
And let’s give the sky and mountains
some alone time too. Let’s just stay
focused on twiddling a world the way life
should be on our pads, flashing new colors
at a touch. But let’s start with squids, the one
that ghosts our dreams with its face full
of arms swarming all about us,
pulling us ever closer in paralyzed sleep
toward its hideous beak. The still deep
numbed in soundless shriek. Let’s not step
twice on a moon that moves such seas.


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