Beneath the waves

Beneath the waves I gently rock
No mouth to cry, words to talk
Fish come and nibble my eyes
My final vision a rippling sunrise
The weights hold me here
it won’t be long before I’m clear
Flesh in tatters falls away
Soon enough we will play…
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Published on August 10, 2012 19:49 Tags: neil-leckman, poem, virtual-cubcile
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