Construction Literary Magazine

Fall 2019

Last Island, 1856

Last Island, 1856
Photograph via Flickr Tom Walker

They had no dreams to guide them
        through the screaming winds,
no sense of what the waves meant
        bounding onto shore
like baying hounds at the base of an oak,
        only Reverend McAllister
and a carousel on the levee
        to lash onto for the night.

How like the end of time
        that storm must have felt,
how unhinged the island
        spinning around them,
the ferry from Bayou Boeuf
        broken and run aground
just yards away, its captain
        fishing bodies out of the surf.