The Beast
Tattered, teetered, tossed, and tore,
the ship was battered, beaten more.
Fists of froth, the storm it threw,
and tossed and tore the craft anew.
Sputtered, spattered, spun and sprayed,
the ones on deck they bowed and prayed.
But the One, He did not heed
those of want and jealous greed.
Who were they, to try and own
the crests, the swells, the froth and foam?
Who were they, in their conceit
to try and tame His pet, His beast?
The water roared, it reared, it rained,
the beast it drowned, it killed, it maimed.
As if in rage, it did not care
for those it took, or those it spared.
Then at once, its anger spent
the lesson taught, it did relent.
The chosen sank into their grave
their headstone but a salty wave.
By and by, more will try
to capture, snare, and then will die.
In dark and cold the greed will cease
inside the belly of the beast.
JR
2007-06-14
13:31:20
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