Up from the coral came, loud and lost, disguised, The boiled apparition of a one-time man; His pockets bristled brine; an oyster clipped his nose, Pearless. The ocean offered him, we 5 Could not deny the gift, without endangerment; without He had the outer aspect of a tardy sacrifice. The closed committee of our welfare Immediately convened. They sought, they said, The last abolishment of will for justice's sake. 10 The man hobbled off, in winsome chains, To the hanging place, Dragging upright flippers of glinting gold.
From the collection "The Cabana at the Equator"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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