This poem is taken from Poetry Nation 2 Number 2, 1974.
A Charm Against DrowningOut to the boom was easy enough, and over,
But there the treading water trod me down.
There, faithfully, I died for my instructor.
Your champion chums across the tideless bay
Half a cool mile - but, splashing awkward fins
Your drowning man is drowning all the way.
Land crawls ahead. You die a little, and lie -
Dead jaws gnashing the surf, English and mad -
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