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
comfort,
sea-samurai
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
differently
than me
and laugh ‘quick!’
where I cry ‘corpse!’

Image

(photo by Flannery O’Kafka)

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