SHARK TALE

The volume swallows my throw
as the crowd overwhelms a miniature

Several rotten heads
And faded bones parade their death munched face
For a wanderer’s pictures

Hello, inspector shark
You rule this coast
Ate men into ghost
Their blood you sprinkle as toast

Several ships you tumbled
And the carcass you towed

Have got a coin
Hook to my loins
This ocean I seek to purloin

The coin my mascot
To excavate treasures of worth

The ocean winks with a sinister
Bids me to come thither

I preSs on its bidding
Forewarned by
Tales of stranded sailors
Fancifully Un-attired tailors
Drowned palms forged of golden
Couture

Yet, the resources in this coast I want to capture

Life a deep ocean
Sharks as circumstances of dissuading culture

I will plunge into this ocean
Leap without looking

Bid me not to look before I leap
When I look; my strength skips

But I will watch
So as the sharks’ jaws to clutch
Blood may sprinkle from my vein so much

Peace is worth a fight as such

These treasures of light and sweet smiles
I will fight to have them fall in lines.

Hope last dies
Though toss tough like contoured dice

Hope grants life twice;
In the nexus of broken spirit
Hope loud cries