A disturbing dream
Sydney harbour is blood red
Cruise ships are lined up
From the heads to the dock
All passengers and crew are dead
It's as if all the blood from the dead
Somehow colours the harbour
The large purple ski boat I'm skippering
Leaves no wake
The engines murmur words
Only the soul can understand
I'm pulling seven beautiful maidens
In yellow bikinis behind me on single skis
They have no faces as such
Yet I know them individually
We are slaloming around these death vessels
Back and forth, back and forth
Seemingly for eternity
Eventually we head out to sea
Where the red continues
And continues
And continues
In the light of the full moon
On the horizon
These maidens were ready
To repopulate the earth
But where would the real men be?
Categories:
slaloming, absence, analogy, dark, visionary,
Form: Free verse