Diluvian, draggled and derelict posse, this
barnacled pod so pales
next to everything we here of red tides and pilot whales
that a word like "drama" makes me sound remiss
except that there
was a kind of littoral drama in the way the shells
silently, sans the heraldry of bells,
neatly, sans an astrological affair,
and swiftly, sans a multitude of feet, flat-out arrived
an encrusted school of twenty-four
Gabriellan trumpets at my beach house door
and barely half-alive.
Oh, you can bet
I picked them up, waded right up to my ankles in
there among 'em, hefted 'em up to my ears to hear the din
of all things oceanwise and wet,
but every of the ancient, bearded, anthracite,
every of the massive and unwieldy, magisterial
mollusks shut tight
no din, no horns roaring reveille, no warning, no beat, no taps,
no coral corpus,
no porpoise purpose
except it was a secret purpose kept strictly under wraps.
A fine Christmas gift indeed, this
this half-dead; conch confederation
which would have smelled yon tannenbaum like fish
a fine set of unwrappable presents
and no receipt by which I could redeem them.
I lifted one up by its stern
and thought of how, by increments,
must have lugged those preassembled bodies here
sans Santa, sleigh, and eight little reindeer,
to my drasty stretch of shore.
And, no other explanation being offered for the situation,
I thought that I might understand
how one could argue that the impulse of driving them to land
was a sort of evolutionary one
misguided, yes, redundant, a million years too late,
a needless, maybe rogue and almost campy
demonstration of how history
even in the world of the invertebrate,
crashing down on breaker in the Gulf, Gulf War
coming after Gulf War.
there is so much slug inside these shells,
here, at the end of December,
at the edge of a world I couldn't blame if you did not remember.
Miracles sell well,
but Lord, it can be numbing
to a people who cannot
tell between a second nature and a second thought,
a second chance, or a second coming.
Mike Chasar, Poetry, The Poetry Foundation, September, 2005.