Day Nineteen: ‘Sharktooth Elegy’

April 20, 2015

To Quint the boozedog seaman with gap grin
who stuffed his canteens plump with stinging gin
and sprung to water like a tire to road
en route to jagged ending on tiny boat.

To Quint the wise scarred searcher who lost legs
by sharktooth holocaust and ended up dregs
half-sunk as men’s hope in their deepest hearts
when deep beasts come swimming in from afar.

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