Captain Cur

(England)

Demon Seas, Part 3

A towering wave of anguished breadth
our bow just barely breaks,
and flushes down my phlegm and spit
with a shell specked burning taste.

One of my better carpenters,
his toolbox breaking free,
grasping it falls in,
will forever build on the waves and the hills

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