I have a new book out: Carmine Fin, Golden Road. It's a collection of poems from 2014-2016. Enjoy!
The Mirror of Heaven
The Mirror of Heaven
Carmine Fin, Golden Road
Night after night I would watch the Pinta from the shore: a three-pronged annexed floating amalgam of tankers arranged in a star formation, with galleon windows, as it sailed endlessly off the coast of the peninsula.
Its never-ending rounds. Its windows of beauty, glowing yellow in the night.
Inside it was a slave ship, full of corridors lined with rooms that contain mattresses and nothing else. Signs on the front of the doors advertising who will absorb a lead pipe.
We are shorn. Spread. Injected.
The family runs it. They have a carnival at the end of the dock and then they take you in.
The deathstar slave galleon rides the waves unceasingly. To stop leads to access.
We can’t get out.
I run through corridors ever narrower that end in rooms with mattresses where Diego will take the lead pipe.
The deathstar galleon rides on.
The old bitch wants me dead.
Harold is there with the scuba gear.
At the end of the corridor an exit sign. A window. I open pane upon pane, countless panes until finally a blast of outside air. The ship scuds around the point, revolving on its axis.
I jump into the icy sea; into monstrous swells.
The boat on my neck hundreds of feet down
And I hit the land.
The waves of lapis
And I run past the shops on the last narrow spit of land. I run inland past the east end and the last of the shops. I run inland.
(there is a meal plan)
People work for the cartel.
The slave ship deathstar rides the waves. Never again will I think of romance.
There is no romance behind her galleon windows.
Only blind terror.
This was our empire.
We ran it into the ground.
Swells of lapis tower hundreds of feet in the sun.
The ice planet of darkness.
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