The walls adorned with ashy white and blue
A wet lick would bring the icy fronts to my tongue.
Like a seachant a sailor sang
As the ships lay to waste in the clutches of the grainy lands,
The aquatic waters dancing on by the visitor
Here to stay but a bit or forever.
The corridors of the throat as dry as a canyon,
Lost and beaming under a blasphemous sun.
The separation of the naturals
One to have the other and the other to not
Woe - Doom I say.
The whaling whalers whale swept ashore
The blubber of greed choking the lantern,
Waves dousing the fire in a firefly.
The featherless birds over head sing their Ode,
Elergy unbrandished before Salt and Colt.