Toes numb in the brackish waters but no great waning :
The rooms were gabardine, were doily. Each a different monogram :
When the men are afraid they are men. Yesterday is tall :
No sailors sank in that thrall, we could hear it, that brink.
This is one of three poems by Timothy O'Keefe. Click to read "Quadrilateral : Amoratic" or "Quadrilateral : Entropy".