Gods Who Sail

The morning light showed where

His horns had penetrated

The coastline of Seychelles and Montvideo,

The cape of Good Hope

As far as it was necessary.

He had left a wife and child to search the sea

and the shores his books his morning coffee

He had begun to grow small white wings

On his back,

The devil is what is meant

When a man jumps out of heaven

Every minute of his life.