Paean to Apathy
We slept under the only boat we could find
drank anemic wine stuffed with a cloth cork
purchased at the restaurant’s back door,
after some salvaging of half filled glasses
& other disappearances we didn’t need the energy for,
like opportunistic fire escapes hiding bricked up walls.
Here was a private beach with very little to guard it,
just formal men dressed like gendarmes
pandering back and forth in brutish trucks.