by Paul Angelosanto
Creaking of rotten, worm eaten, wood
Fluttering of yellow, faded, sails
The ship lists towards it's portside
Sailing on an necrotic ocean of dead bodies
Decayed corpses rise and swell beneath the ship
Aged limbs crumble and break, atrophied forms burst open
underneath the vessels ancient weight
Jaws gape open as if in longing to scream
Sallow skulls twist in the wake, as if to watch the passing
of the empty ship
The empty ship
Sailing to it's last bitter infinite sleep
It's last bitter infinite sleep
c 1991 Paul Angelosanto