Dead Whale from Melville

As you signify around a punchbowl on a back porch/ in the middle of the summer/I thought of the dead hero from that book/You talk, you drink a Coke, ducts of the sun expands/ across sleepy flats /dreamy with Kools and Maybelline /long white velvet gloves/stolen coins in the palms/hands stretching toward me. Six months ago/ notes from your chest made true /rows of beheaded marble angels/just statues probed by masters/a gamble from a distant moon./On a neon palisade/ that moon became crescent/in the shade of your gait/your feet are the same:crafted/like damned marble angels/I say Athena Nike/You say Winged victory of Samothrace/We didn’t smile

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