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At Sea
There’s something sad
Something harrowing
Something sallow
And something soft
Of making a bed of bodies
And lying in the heat
The putrid sweat
That soaks the core
Of a spirited corpse
Causes it to float
No rescue
No reprieve
Only risk;
melon baller to lobe
Some cum - stained mattress
Drifts through the grey;
Distended, cloying, aloof —
Stinking silt clinging to banded fingers,
Reaching up through the bogging muck
To gasp at the last morsel
of fettered flesh!
Blithely unaware
that it melts off the bone
ROT!
In the rudder!
I am so,
So tired
Of swimming to shore
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