The screw of a tug stirs the night,
thrums the chest like a heart in blood.
Does it fight? Yes.
Its iron mass displaces fear
if fear is a kind of tide.
Inside its cabin, a wakeful captain
compares the bright ideal of charts
with what he sees outside.
The diesel pushes goods to port
and, whether or not it turns a profit,
turns away: back into the market.
Hear the hollow chest.
Daniel Wolff‘s “Tug (Into the Market)” is taken from More Poems About Money, which will be published in the foreseeable future by Four Way Books. His latest chapbook, Ayiti, came out through Finishing Line Press, and his previous collection, The Names of Birds, was also from Four Way Books. Wolff has previously appeared a number of times in TLR. (PHOTO: CHRIS BUHALIS)