Sailing to Naples

it is addressed thusly:

for Tom Barghest.
it reads:
Where the young sit quietly, alone
The aged laugh, their deck chairs
Sit on layer upon layer of stone
Unlost anymore in worldly cares
Add to the rubble and wreck
A fragment of immemorial liturgy
Bottle by bottle tossed off-deck
Trash on trash by the lapping sea;

They think to live forever perhaps
The young alone seem to believe
And silent, watch each wave collapse
That they might live on, disease
Captures middle age with trash
But the patients suffer little for ill
Walk among graffiti, bat not a lash
Knowing this the country of the old, still.
a post-script is here written:
open letter more historical anomalies

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