Pulled Under

Terrors, such as these, begin as tadpoles,
Then metastasize. They've gotten
Overwhelming now. Their razor teeth
Are gnashing, gnawing each of our
Extremities, and we, as prey, so ill-prepared,
Are eaten. Here, at first, then gone, we
Sink into the inky ocean. Others, out of
Reach, reach out, but we are finished.
Wave goodbye. A tadpole turns into
A whale, and we are what is dimly
Recollected on a sunny shore. The sun
Has ceased to shine for us. The teeth
Are all that flash as we drift downward,
Past them, terrorized and gone.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-11-10 at 01:25

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