Your compassion is a whale

See me
down on the sea bed.
Do you?

I’m in the green shadows,
not shallows,
deep down.
See me?

I know you do.
I feel you here.

Your compassion is a whale,
vast terror
and comfort
gliding above me.

Your kindness
is the armoured lobster,
creeping clawed
lording it over
this peasant at present,
who came all unprepared
for sleep
on this ocean bed.

The shifting shoals of biomass
form a banner of love
over me,
dapple-shot shadowshine
cascading across a dead man
in his own eyes,
but you see
the sea
than me
and laugh ‘quick!’
where I cry ‘corpse!’


(photo by Flannery O’Kafka)


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