King Arthur

Inspired by a week at Wrightsville Beach, NC.The title is a play off "La Morte d'Arthur," with the word "Slumber" instead of "Death."

"La Sommeil d'Arthur"
 

Transubstantiation always has

the shivering tint of cannibalism.

I partake of his flesh by the sea,

by the sea I gather his bones—

sea shells, like coins.

I am green, still—

grass green, and my King

has grown green as limestone

with waiting.

These many years, I have been searching

for a way to wake Him, for a way

to call his mer-men forth on Neptune’s steeds

in search of the Grail once more.