CAPTAIN
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Ramón E. Martínez
Ramón E. Martínez grew up in New Mexico and Arizona. Poems from his full-length collection, The Receipt of Fern Seed have appeared in: A Poetry Mag, American Poetry Review, Balcones, Bilingual Review, Black Warrior Review, Cape Rock, Century, Contact II, Croton Review, Gila Review, Glens Falls Review, Graham House Review, The Greenfield Review, Inlet, Inscape, Panoply, Rio Grande Writer's Newsletter, Riversedge, Víaztlan, and the Virginia Quarterly Review. He is currently seeking a publisher for The Receipt of Fern Seed.By Ramón E. Martínez
Published on 10/13/2005
Medals on your chest,
exact as my fact. Day of
days: loneliness close to you,
Captain, debts befriend memories
always forgotten.
Your body wakes to your own slavery:
sharp invisibility of your own punishment...
exact as my fact. Day of
days: loneliness close to you,
Captain, debts befriend memories
always forgotten.
Your body wakes to your own slavery:
sharp invisibility of your own punishment...
Medals on your chest,
exact as my fact. Day of
days: loneliness close to you,
Captain, debts befriend memories
always forgotten.
Your body wakes to your own slavery:
sharp invisibility of your own punishment...
unusual risings of your righteousness.
Our difference is the blame you hold
for all dishonor and disgrace, the betrayals
of the earth's form you can never repay,
dark, and dissipated...through the same
unawareness that saints and angels fall.
My existence is clothed with peace! Bent
by your own chaos, your unimportance
is without measure.
Your prisons will be your own torture, your cruelty
your very demise. No one and no thing
will always be your servant, Captain.
Copyright © Ramón E. Martinez, 2005. All Rights Reserved.
exact as my fact. Day of
days: loneliness close to you,
Captain, debts befriend memories
always forgotten.
Your body wakes to your own slavery:
sharp invisibility of your own punishment...
unusual risings of your righteousness.
Our difference is the blame you hold
for all dishonor and disgrace, the betrayals
of the earth's form you can never repay,
dark, and dissipated...through the same
unawareness that saints and angels fall.
My existence is clothed with peace! Bent
by your own chaos, your unimportance
is without measure.
Your prisons will be your own torture, your cruelty
your very demise. No one and no thing
will always be your servant, Captain.
Copyright © Ramón E. Martinez, 2005. All Rights Reserved.