All
hands were lost
Below
the waves
Crashing
upon the deck.
Down
blew the wind up
Every
sail, every mast
Fallen
to the gnashing waves.
Gilded
masthead tearing
Holes
in the sides,
If
such a masthead there ever was.
Jove
scowled and howled at
Kraken
cracking through
Leviathan’s
prize.
Masts
floated on the waves.
Miss
me.