Sea change in me


 A light rattle kick of bone and iron
       Smelt out in blue liase 
       Of clos/ed rank and file,
       Stenched close and coarse among these men-
       Of tendance weak and bile.
       Their driftpins loosed and driftpins lost
       Unclad from stone and steel,
       As dallies pester, knave and gnaw
       And caress their silent tear.
       To me, poor me, stretched thin and gaunt
       A thousand seas from home,
        I close my eyes, a jilted green, with fiery snaps of pain
       And reach with shaking fingertips
       To touch your cheek again.

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