Sunday, 26 February 2012

This Song The Sirens Sing

bring your anarchy
showered as you spit broken
dead mariners teeth

relinquished in thrall
to the sturm und drang timber
rocked and wracked foreshore

blister and seethe the
bone and living stone trim of
your merciless stew

but deliver me,
swaddled in your kelpen locks,
safe to harbour home

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