Under Pressure

Robert S. King

Beneath the ocean is land

that no one owns,

that is too deep for light

where I’m down in a metal bubble

without power,

whose white beams leaked away

into the color of night.

Here currents are breezes

no one can breathe,

and no lighthouse reaches

out its arms to the lost.

Here I go blind

beneath a starless sky

but here spineless creatures

under pressure

are fireworks,

have learned to make

their own light,

their own way

through the darkness.


Robert S. King‘s poems appear in hundreds of magazines, including California Quarterly, Chariton Review, Kenyon Review, Midwest Quarterly, and Southern Poetry Review. He has published three chapbooks. His full-length collections are The Hunted River and The Gravedigger’s Roots, both from Shared Roads Press, 2009. Sweatshoppe Publications will release One Man’s Profit in 2013. Robert is former Director of FutureCycle Press.