Queequeg
I’ll call you pagan
cannibal bosom friend
spouse heathen
Prince of Wales
bound by the monkey rope
I’d sink and drown with you
search me with your
harpoon scepter and find
lodged deep in my breast
your small innocent idol
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Exquisitely detailed feeling carved out of your allusion–and with such concision!
yes! this is wonderful… loving every word.
harpoon scepter – oh, yeah
small innocent idol – more like it, really
I followed each word from hither to yon in this poem. Simplicity, with a idol to boot…