Boston Review — Adam L. Dressler: Conquest

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Adam L. Dressler

By Orion I navigate a legion
of girls in Halloween angel wings,
waves of taffeta, and tulle.

My answer to what do you want
is lifted like a siege of herons,
floats like fox-fire away.

There must be another ship,
lanterns snuffed, ahead of me,
plundering a peaceful fleet.

What else could that knocking be
if not the roll of wooden mermaids,
severed by bronze, stowed in her hull?

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