I am the monstrous villain of the sea
and I am bleeding on the ocean floor,
for my veins reunite not one but three
races of man: the devil, rich and poor:
To put it in other terms, I am dead.
There is no movement in the lonely flows
of currents and brine, where dark spirits fled
when life on land was likened to gallows:
To put it in other terms, I am dead.
There is no motion in this deep ocean –
My boat was sunk generations ahead
of my current condition as human:
I am bleeding into the saltiness,
and salt and salt and salt means great distress.
urbansonnets 