Poseidon's Pitchfork

Somewhere inside the Triangle you appeared, my ghost,
Naked as the night you drowned inside my arms.
Knowing it was futile, I still shot at you and cursed you,
And with a phantom smile you said, “shoot me again!”
My conscience was corrupted, but the compass held my aim,
And cannonballs dissolved your body as well as my ship.
Smashed by sin, the water lapping ‘round my heels,
I took the last lifeboat into the harbor, and when they asked,
I told them I’d been a victim of mutiny. But who?
Oh, it was God, God Himself, God Almighty
On the Devil’s Sea, wielding Poseidon’s Pitchfork,
And stabbing me through. I spat up blood for a week,
And then, like a derelict ship, I floated away.

-12/15/08