Space, in Chains by Laura Kasischke

O elegant giant

And Jehovah. And Alzheimer. And a diamond of extraordinary size on the
hand of a starving child. The quiet mob in a vacant lot. My father asleep in a
chair in a warm corridor. While his boat, the Unsinkable, sits at the bottom
of the ocean. While his boat, the Unsinkable, waits marooned on the shore.
While his boat, the Unsinkable, sails on, and sails on.

Excerpted from Space, in Chains by Laura Kasischke. Copyright © 2011 by Laura Kasischke.
Reprinted with permission of the publisher, Copper Canyon Press.