11 ELEVEN rust-red American crewmen stand eternal in a blue-collar circle ELEVEN lives rigged on concrete steel platforms, the drilling rig was rigged too by the wellhead ELEVEN hours moneymen argued money, money sealed the fallen crewmen —steel on stone ELEVEN figures welded from doubloon-steel discs, the sculptor shapes the sculpture as wind shapes swell ELEVEN look out not in— their eternal gaze calls outward in one uniform circle ELEVEN good men bore under a bad star, drilled the source rock, spilled under the iron waves ELEVEN crewmen stood tall on Elysian Fields Ave. before being displaced ELEVEN moved to another Elysian Field, they rest west of St. Rose, you will find ELEVEN hidden for a more private view, out of public sight —Everyman carved in mind ELEVEN stand in a blue-collar circle—no matter where you stand, they are facing you ELEVEN rust-red American crewmen—no matter where you look, they are facing you Eamon O’Caoineachan
This poem is from Eamon's collection, Dolphin Ghosts, poetry inspired by the work of Jason Kimes, and the Deepwater Horizon disaster eleven years ago. Click here to view or purchase book. Eamon O’Caoineachan is a poet, originally from Co. Donegal, Ireland, but living in Houston, Texas. His work is published in Prometheus Dreaming, The Ekphrastic Review, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Madness Muse Press, Vita Brevis Press and the University of St. Thomas's literary magazines, Thoroughfare and Laurels. He is the recipient of The Robert Lee Frost-Vince D’Amico Poetry Award and the Rev. Edward A. Lee Endowed Scholarship in English at the University of St. Thomas, Houston. He has his Master in Liberal Arts in English and his first poetry collection, Dolphin Ghosts was published in Spring 2021.
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