Last Double

Frances Fennings

LAST DOUBLE

Everything doubles under:

Waves, and the cowl of thunder

That cloaking a scowl turns to double

Back on the black of its trouble,

And doubling rolls to fresh cover.

All rolling is doubling over

Or under, two doubles revolved;

Except on the flight unsolved

When the flesh, like a cast-off rubble

Or frail torn mesh, takes last double

To ground, an unprofound toll

For the mirthless escape of a soul-

While the earth continues to roll.

HUSK