The Maelstrom
Creaking, groaning,
timbers quaked
And I stood frozen to the deck,
my bones bare to the icy rain.
The benevolent god shone upon us no more.
Mercy was the water that swallowed us.
To ship and sailor laid waste
a kindness that stole the life from our lips
and left us gasping on the shore,
born into new wakening.