Whalers Over Wessex Poem by Mason Maestro

Here inside the under-side sea
Outside the sultry dusk it be
Thirty scurry aboard thee
All hold will to bend a harpoon tree

Wessex where, a massed congregation
Wessex where, between two dispirate lines
Wessex where, above the deepest shelf

Assign the schooner no sooner it's captained
A crew promised riches, for pitches they listened
The Melville green hand to land on Pequod
Anchor winch to rise open sail blinders tight

Whalers where, nine gams thine meet
Whalers where, fill the vat with cetacean fat
Whalers where, drumbeat with the ancient beast