While You Were Drowning

 

            A Mediterranean fantasy,

A Pacific coast to coast and Atlantic

Schooled by their majestic actions;

They thrust themselves upwards,

And spin like the free of all

Infinity’s attractions, the reflections

Of the sun dazzling arcs of

Rainbow songs – and nothing,

Can stop their singing as they

Swim by in multitudes and throngs.

 

Time passes, and the days the oceans

Abundance kept clever guarded secrets

For the Whale and the Crayfish;

Are all but gone while the carcass

Stinks a rot, and Man feasts upon

The oil and the blubber, the meat

In manic eyes the conditioning of his

Soul, like zombie only trained for death.

 

And beached, are the jesters of the sea,

Their skin dry upon the sand

While their eyes are shedding tears,

And none, are waving like the free

We should have been, but drowning

In the emptiness, the void

Of lifeless forms made bitter

Still my soul, and all that remains

Is salt, salt that stings each wound

And disintegrates my heart as gouged,

The colours blue and green change

Colour – crimson red, and the toll of

The bell; the death sentence as light falls,

And fog for all tomorrows blankets

Everything on Earth.

 

Michael J Waite 19^th February 2011.