the strong taste of the sea

by Ben Nardolilli

Oystering in 1915, that’s what I’m dreaming about,

it’s not clear how accurate it is,

things look old, but I feel like they should look new,

new for 1915, before the rust,

wear, and obsolescence have all set it,

there’s talk of U-boats, which is reasonable,

and a fear we’ll be put under gas or oil rationing too,

we drink, spit, and curse the Kaiser,

limiting our utterances to the King’s English,

though I’m not sure where we are,

other than living together somewhere close to a sea

where the oysters flourish beyond

the borders that men are currently dying over,

and below the attempts of the evil Hun

to turn the ocean into a trap with mines and torpedoes

Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. He blogs at and is trying to publish his novels.

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