Sea World Poem by James McLain

Under ground,
looking into the mountain of glass
it is inside it all as they watch me..
She lays there in all her colored beauty,
seemingly Alsop, oceans fabled wave.
Her mouth a coil of tounge,
yet the eye follows me,
as I walk along it's pain.
One of her children float by,
to close to the flame,
that the belly holds as it fills to empty back
out underneath.
It takes forever, unwinding fast forewarned,
it falls within, backwards, to quiver alone.
It reminds me of some of the families i see,
on the waves as they ride to sea world..