this is a troublesome little one, I can't really decide if it's a keeper or set for the knackers yard

oh leviathan

dashed, bereft, under hanging skies
that mirror your sagging pall
I stand, Ishmael, to your bloody demise

amidst the niveous fulminating
and hovering nebs
where Neptune  chose to serve your ruin

fit for its absolute picking
by those who need and others that greed
with no affect to your fabled history

your jaw,
mute in life,
thunders now in death
of the avarice that was your scourge
proclaiming, even in your finality,

Ahab yet lives