My Sea, My Sea

My Sea, My Sea
It was from seas of west
that blew the waves
from its mighty chest
blown over sandy graves.
Thunder echoes the skies
and in darkness it lights
and waves they rise
and day creeps to night.
My sea, my sea, I look
you scatter debris on lands
lap by lap thy waves took
on washed up sands.

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White Hunter

White Hunter
Sunken depths of darkness
Striking helpless prey
Snatching, severing, savaging.
Stale flesh from pale white bone
Stricken by rotting fish guts
Savoring, swimming, starving.
Soul white hunter lured by blood
Shadowing curious delinquents
Silent, scoping, sprawling.
Searching for its companion
Swarming swollen seas in silence.
Stranded, struggling, soulless.
© Andrew Lockley 2008

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