Dead white sea worm on the beach when I was nine
Turgid, blighted, and bleached
And glistening against the odds
An annelid or some shade reified by time
Among the hot gray rocks, I'm sure
It almost landed underfoot
Like a fig tree, dry for a while
Calmly bleeding, forty
Cool white form in foam
Lye-white eidolon in the bottom of my mind
From the beach near Mobile to the steel mills
Like a beast from some great tale
But casual as a pigeon in an underpass
I didn't set foot in an ocean for a year
Unable to forget that leviathan
Were you a lie or a myth or were you real?
You made my memory a reliquary