Poem by Eugene Gladstone O'Neill

Submarine

MY soul is a submarine.
My aspirations are torpedoes.
I will hide unseen
Beneath the surface of life
Watching for ships,
Dull, heavy-laden merchant ships,
Rust-eaten, grimy galleons of commerce
Wallowing with obese assurance,
Too sluggish to fear or wonder,
Mocked by the laughter of waves
And the spit of disdainful spray.
 
I will destroy them
Because the sea is beautiful.
 
That is why I lurk
Menacingly
In green depths.

1. Villanelle of Ye Young Poet's First Villanelle to His Ladye and Ye Difficulties Thereof
2. The Lay of the Singer's Fall
3. It's Great When You Get in
4. Even As a Child
5. A Regular Sort of a Guy

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