My father’s submarines
Where are they now
Floating in a succession of memory pools that could be pools of paint
Blue and black or beached in a blanch of red
They tried to keep black blood red
That went to his sudden exit
Dive
Diving in my father’s submarines
Have they touched the bottom
The sweet gooey bottom of the ocean bed
Dive
Diving in my father’s submarines
Have they touched the bottom
The sweet gooey bottom of the ocean bed
Evading the lapping tide of questions
He found sufficient reason to not speak about it
Evading the lapping tide of questions
He found insufficient reason to speak about it
Even though we could see the shining crystals in his hair
The sugar of lead
Even though we could see the shining crystals in his hair
The sugar of lead
Where does he sleep tonight then
Soon is that where he lays his head
In the Dreadnaught Suite of Hotel Periscope
Where nothing appears in the crosshatch
I could light a suture candle
Or smoke a succour pipe
But I’ve written to stain this paper
And salvage up the darkness of my father’s submarines
Credit: Transcribed by zttaat.com.