Dropping Anchor



Seas will not protect

 a lost merman.


Divers will not search for him

where oceans reflect an armor.


Poseidon has forgotten him

with a phantom shrug of disgust.


 The sea king washes clean his trident

of the blood from old battles.


Does it not tire war lords to wrap claws

around the sands of anger?


The peace gods repeat themselves

thumping no down ropes of false reasons.


Anguished shouts and splintered wood

frighten more than fishes.


An anchor halts the ship

but how many overboard will stop a war?


A heavy thrust of metal

digs another shallow grave.


~ by dianeklammer on March 15, 2013.

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