tying, tying the gnarled roots
into an entanglement trudging in
the waking shores,
its weathered cords of fiber billowing
over the decks, slithering down the masts
straining against, straining to withstand
the gusts of havoc, the blackening ashes
and twirling devilish gazes,
the net born of roots, deep deep roots
straining against the current
of worming doom, trickling from
gashes which scar like scythes upon flesh
and poison down throats,
the net of gnarled roots are knots
tied of eloquent artistry,
and still they strain,
still they are just...
*knots