I see a mansard roof
through the trees
I see a salty message
written in the eaves
The ground
beneath my feet
The hot garbage
and concrete and now
the tops of buildings
I can see them too
I see a mansard roof
through the trees
I see a salty message
written in the eaves
The ground
beneath my feet
The hot garbage
and concrete and now
the tops of buildings
I can see them too
The Argentines
collapse in defeat
The admiralty surveys
the remnants of the fleet
The ground beneath
their feet
is a nautically mapped
sheet as thin as
paper while it slips
away from view