Full Fathom Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson
Full Fathom
At sea, always you are sailing over graves
And the eyes that were made pearls
Watch a little of the wake as you pass above:
Transitory, translucent, impoverished, familiar.
Peer down as best you can as you make way:
You will see little, simply feel the call of the undertow,
And at the depth's ending sense the weight of water
That settles impartially on bone and coral.
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5/11/2024 8:18:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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