Vigils - Sabaoth

III

The lamps and the rugs

Of the vigil make the noise

Of waves in the night

Along the hull and around the steerage…

The lamps and the rugs…

The sea of the vigil, like Emily’s breasts

The hangings, halfway up…

Where dart the vigil doves

The plaque of the black hearth

Real suns of seashores

¡Ah Magic wells!

Only sight of dawn, this time

The sea of the vigil

Where dart the vigil doves