Seafloor Butler

Seafloor Butler

A 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. 

© 2013 Zan


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Zan
Zan

London, Ontario, Canada



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