Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Last Of The Blue Corals

Opium dreams upon the Arabian Sea
The mermen watch him pen her elegy
Fishermen nets sweep the blood soaked floor
Bring back the spoils of hearkened wings to shore.

My love-struck mortals, predators at her feet
Her lunar eyes, seem now so obsolete
No pallor, no grace, they sliced her innocence clean
Both feet apart, and nothing in between

Verse after verse, the pellets rinse her hair
Stars were orchestrated fireworks singing, "despair!"
Lighthouse-keepers set ablaze the night
Tolling for the mariners, she's putting up a fight.

Fog horns swallow her plea of release
The ghost ship sets sail, the thunder does not cease.
Behold, the wayfarer clouds, they exorcise her sin
Last of the bluest corals, then a heady din.

-Ankiet.

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