Unseconded Coming*

Returning
I sallied
out
upon
my special errand
the sky
changed and charged
drivingly sleeting
stubbornly storming
I fought
and found
and entered
a reigning silence
of sailors wives and widows
congregational
against
grief
stormingly shrieking
insularly sitting
incommunicably
apart

seated
I
pretendingly quoting
They
steadfastingly eyeing
black-bordered
masoned
marbled
tableted
sacredly worded
memorially
lost
We
survivored
(overboard)
out of sight
off shore
by deeps
lately
emplaced

unrecorded

grieffully
countenanced

women
unhealed
women
wounded
women
bleeding
women
assembled
women

bosoms brooding
desolate upon
ungreenly
unburried
unflowered
unleaved
undead
absent ashes

oh
bitterly blank marbles
despairingly inscribed
voids

gnawingly
(un) bitten
infidel faith (less)
unbidden
resurectionless
unseconded coming
placelessly ungraved

untold
perishing
secrets

surely-not-without-meaning

vitally
jackalled Faith
(tomb-full)
doubtless filling
feathering hopes

surely-not-without-meaning

immortal by brevet
eternally
stove and bundled
under

standing
enshadowed into substance
substanced into shadow
insubstantially shadowed

same-fate-be-thine

bodiless (turned)
into (under) better being
bodied into
not me

*Out of Chapter 7 of Moby Dick, “The Chapel“