Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Bailey Bank


No Bailey takes us from mainland

and over the Faeroes to open seas

above Rosemary Seamount Crater

that gapes, dormant but screaming,

as she is force fed distressed ships

and wide-eyed ashen servicemen.


No Bailey celebrates their frozen

fall with moonwalk over no man’s

ocean; ships scuttling, heads down

over haunted waters; jutting Rockall

mott too late, too deep

to save sardined youth,

preserved in silt and snow.


No Bailey with Olympus Trip

and bleached Fujichrome

to snap abyssal trenches

for the delight of kaftaned

debutantes or frozen tars.


No Bailey born to mend

or free their jetsam hearts



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This entry was posted on December 4, 2018 by in Poem, poem of the day, Poetry, Will Vigar and tagged , , , , , , .
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