S.C. Flynn

Amerigo Vespucci’s Ship in the South Atlantic Ocean, 1501 AD

This cross that hangs in godless doubt slid

out of Europe’s reach a thousand years ago down

ever deeper into this pagan blackness.

But now it watches as we bring a greater cross

and knows there’s nowhere left to hide;

nothing and no one escapes us in the end.

Published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal