This is called "A Memory."
The first wife floats in memory calmly,
who formerly was storm tossed, who gave at the edges
a whitewash to those rocks on which she would founder.
Who founded the territory hysteria
bordering the knife, the state of the doomed union.
Who spent lavishly the genital coin.
Who ate up the year's best and its worst.
Who was the slave ship that came in.
Who wasted the fortune in the hole we have mentioned.
Who put out for history a veil of tears and a sour milk steam.
Recall also how you arrived by that ship, seasick
and blubbering as much as anyone.
And how it took you for all its wooden
groans to land and then let you leave.
You were the dullest coxswain alive.
You were put in the hole for good reason.