Treasure Island

Shireen Ramadan


Poseidon In Morgue

She slapped the spheres of existence
With thunderbolts escape
She married Poseidon for living
Shaping the morgue in everyone

She & I are sculpted in ME
She is the grand tree ov life
Her ghouls ov lost gods in tissue
I felt Poseidon dwelt in limbs

Ruins & morgues
Sentenced in sea coffins
Temples & ancients
In her eye sockets squeezed

She escaped the shores ov Earth
To dumb Poseidon immense
She left Poseidon out her
Waves ov poesy have drowned the god

Mighty Poseidon has passed through me
The mighty in wordage has soaked
I slain him in morgues omission
I sentenced the sea god to drown

She is the mighty Poseidon verbal
She banished her nymphs in ruins
I slapped his spheres ov existence
I am Poseidon in morgue.....

Submitted: Monday, July 16, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 18, 2012

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