The Hand of Neptune
The hand of Neptune
sprouted from the sea,
megalith,
fortress of stone
and inside were sailors
who’d died at sea;
lonely souls
lost to a watery abyss.
The hand of Neptune
has raised them from
a watery grave;
one last wave
to the bygone hopefuls,
left behind...
remember...
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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