FORBY SUTHERLAND’S GRAVE: ANOTHER POET’S EULOGY

Forby’s Scottish accent is drowned by the tuberculosis death rattle consuming his breath.  Sailing the world he has prepared unfamiliar poultry for Banks’ sketches, the officers’ pot, Tahitian women and Venus’ successful transit.  From a hammock slung aboard HMS Endeavour he dreams of northern crofts. Death visits terra nullius, the great southern land.  She drifts […]