White Whale
what's an ahab to do?
hot to trot on the beach
salt crusting my mouth
baked and begging to take a stab at whale tail
harpoon in hand, i make a splash
diving down to the floor
an ocean undulating, feet flailing wildly
i breach the surface then gasp for air
unable to fight for long, the calf relents
writhing in a pool of her own fluids
she shudders, closing her eyes
sated by the bloodless death
Copyright © Brandon Mulkey | Year Posted 2011
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