Curt Hopkins: Our Ship Shivers And Splits On Black Rocks
Our ship shivers and splits on black rocks
Our ship shivers and splits on black rocks
And prayers avail us nothing in the end.
The silvered timbers splinter in the foam,
We fail and falter in the spinning wrack.
And so it is a million times a day,
Each human death a shipwreck in a storm,
Each wreck a world ending, hope foresworn
In favor of a silent, slow decay.
This is why we lie awake at night
Listening in the darkness to the sea,
Because we recognize our destiny
Is written in the ocean’s breaking line.
Do not plead with heaven for more light,
Death is just as beautiful as life.
Curt Hopkins’ poems, plays and essays have been published in 3:AM, BlazeVox, University of Michigan‘s Cavafy Forum, Cavafy Archive, Good Foot, Exquisite Corpse, Bluelawn, SPSM&H, Dada, Catalyst, Big Talk and others. I have had plays produced at New City New Playwrights Festival in Seattle, Washington and Northwest Playwrights Festival in Eugene, Oregon and Venue9, The Marsh and Doc’s Clock in San Francisco, California. I am a founding member of The Big Time Poetry Theatre, Emergency Horse Magazine and the Committee to Protect Bloggers.
