Inside
The spine of a hedgehog,
The horn of a stag,
The teeth of an eel,
The dearth of a seal.
Inside us all, the killer whale,
Searching, fishing its bale;
Settling, cradling the loser,
In a bold, deluded red blazer.
Packing the great white,
Into cheeks’ thatched might,
Squid freezes the past time,
For one more near rhyme.
Avoiding the fiery apex,
Large seals call and flex,
Because our first thought,
Is the other I bought.
Dominique Webb
Copyright © Dominique Webb | Year Posted 2022
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