Was I Shark Bait-I Warily Wondered? Poem by Michael Gale

Breaking the surface of the water, with drumming music score, stuck deep inside my head...
Only makes me realise that someone close, could be dead.

Not me, as I gulp hard and long....
Don't need to hear that song.

The water foams a lot of bubbles anew...
What to do, to do?

Chomp! , I hear, as I feel my leg be tugged at hard...
Blood spurting amid the wetness mixed, will my body parts be due a
fate of discoursing discard?

Pain shoots hard and long to my brain...
Did I lose it, or only gain a sprain?

Darkness surrounds me and threatens to bring me under...
Will I awaken during the night out of a bad dream filled with thunder?

A storm has infused itself within me deep...
This life I value-Will I keep?

A roughened dorsal fin, brushes my cheek...
Not a dream, I cannot scream, or even speak.

Not a shriek, or even a sound...
I am not anything but a stumpy chew.

Not square, only round...
No sound!

Only blackness takes completely over...
I hope I'm drunk, and not sober.


Silence and darkness only...
Nothing else-oddly boldly-

Silence! .........