Seafloor ButlerA Poem by Zan
The dark, dim, twisting currents
like probing fingers pry apart the wreckage wood boards burst and splinter and they shy back, startled vaguely amused. Shadowy tendrils, like coiling serpents slink along the sand-bottom mud billowing up in inky clouds to hide their insubstantial forms creeping slowly, incurious through the darkened hull. They nudge away water-logged tablecloths pull down paintings that slowly rot spill treasures that float away then fall, slowly settling among the sand and mud that is their grave. But their true prize they have found in the shadowy depths beneath the world they clean and polish it daily the bones of the knotted old sailor and his crew... The Seafloor Butler quietly lays them to rest in the mud of the ocean floor.
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Added on September 21, 2013 Last Updated on September 21, 2013 AuthorZanLondon, Ontario, CanadaAbout*** first - business: i'm currently looking for a critique partner for two novels - if anyone has any work to exchange that would be greatly appreciated **** What can I say that's any different tha.. more..Writing
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