Melville Squirms
From texts on dusty shelf
I touched each one I found
engraved with letters etched
on covers stiffly bound.
I read them wondering
what meaning lay within
on pages freely flowing
beginning to the end.
Considering each word
of text-like entities.
I let my mind run wild
for possibilities.
What is a Moby Dick?
A person, place, or thing?
Some ideology?
Some epic song to sing?
Perhaps, detective, bright
as Dick is meant to mean.
Perhaps, informal penis,
a dick too long and lean.
I never would have known
this story, famous tale,
was one of black and white –
one captain and a whale.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-01-30 at 18:14
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