Monday, November 30, 2015

A sonnet

Be that shark tonight

The monster's cruising in the bloody depths
Its form is sleek, its hide is rough, its grin
It never sleeps, its prey reside within
The beast has come and from the water lept
Just like an alpine avalanche she falls
She picks her teeth with your dismembered boat
you feel her bite and something final calls
She circles back; your heart is in her throat.

Up next you ring the bits of flesh and wood
The meal has left you less than satisfied
So off you go in search of more, you should
Not yield to this, but lord, you know you've tried
The long familiar fish may taste as sweet
But now you've had, and crave, some choicer meat

End of poem

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