Pulling Beneath Poem by Brandon M. Moore

An angry ocean guides our ship astray;
waters that promise and pull beneath.
Sightings of land through false teeth,
with only storms day by day.

A broken compass leads the way
to a barren and forgotten heath.
An angry ocean guides our ship astray;
waters that promise and pull beneath.

All along the departure bay
gatherers await to bequeath
Upon the bow hung a black wreath,
written inside, “For your safe return, we pray, ”
but an angry ocean guides our ship astray.