Leviathan

oh leviathan

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

amidst the niveous
fulmination
of hovering nebs
where Neptune
saw fit to serve
your hulk
for its absolute picking
by those which need
and others
that greed
with no affect
to your fabled past

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