Skulled Ship

Winding weeds wrapped around the edges
of the pond, folding over the skin of one another,
a blanket of death.

The tide reversed uncontrollably, rising and rising
above the peaceful tranquillity. Branches had lost
their inhabitants, birds scattered from the trembling
trees. They knew what was coming.

The skulled flag looked around aimlessly without blinking,
aware of every movement that the animals made. A ship
of rotten faces stared through the living souls, open eyes,
no emotion, a corpse steered the wooden wheel. The siren
screamed at the water that shivered below, the lake held in
its breath, and silently stood still.


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