Fisherman's Song Poem by soren Barrett

Skyscraper waves far over your head
Surface your sky as you lie on its bed
from deep out of your pores monsters creep
In the eye of a hurricane dream you sleep

A tornado of fire guides your way
Voice of flame fires the clay
Now heart of stone grinds your meal
From bread pick a bone blood congeal

It drips from a barbwire crown
A fisherman can never drown
Born of a virgin daughter
He walks on troubled water