Monday, August 6, 2012

Pequod Redux

The fog covers it all.
slow ocean swells,
on this glassy sea, a boat
filled with worshipers of
the behemoth of the deep
the barnacled brow
breaches the surface

“Oh” the collective gasp and
they move as one
as if beckoned
and the ocean rises to meet them
enters the boat
their last screams muffled
as the fog covers it all.

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