an endless sky of yellow-white
takes breaths below the sea,
for as the ship finds bottom rest
I scale another tree.
I see the shore like heron perched
upon the earth's long legs
the waves like drowning men that lurch
their corpses from the dregs
across the water carried, still
until they reach the sand--
an army mortal man can't kill
is left to my command.
a scattered field of bone bleached white
spits glory from its shine;
I reach one hand out, clench it tight,
and call the wreckage mine.
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Title and the weird picture in my head are prompt.
That is really weird. I especially like the last two lines of the last two stanzas. In fact, both the last two stanzas are very evocative.
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