An Alabaster Submarine:
A Shakespearean Sonnet by Paul While They Lived in London and Accidentally Misplaced by Arthur
Recently Discovered and Englished by Phillip Whidden
…………The Gospel of Saint Luke 7:36-50
A submarine cathedral is the place
Where I was forced to keep you all those years.
I thought that I would sacrifice that space,
My love for you, but frankincense and tears
Can’t burn beneath the waves. It’s true of course
I didn’t even know that you would write
That letter to me and enclose that force,
Your poetry, a proof so strong in might
That it would raise the sunken vessel from
The seabed, light Elijah’s bonfire on
The altar, striking normality dumb.
It was a fiery death and also a dawn.
..Your eyes are a delicious blue, two stabs
….Of blue that once were buried in among black crabs.