Roar, the lions demand
Soar, dare yell the vultures
I sway on the lips of the ocean—
Tongue then,
And lower—
A breathing thing, it lives
And lives
Its winter tides,
warm only for me
A hungry bed beneath

Devoured, I weep
Devoured, stare

And what good is a sky
I ask the hazy sun somewhere above
It says not a thing
Only shivers in the embrace
Of my restless lover
Churning
And curling upon itself

The shore glimmers
With my people
Armours donned
I hear they sing of a war
Yet to be fought
Hear they sing of a lioness
Lost to the blue

What good are battles
I ask my golden crown
Studded with sapphires
And diamonds
Dug out from the *******
Of long decayed ships

Tongueless,
It is tossed from fish to fish

The vultures come by
Though it is not their place to be
And lions
Dive deep
Till I am found
Roar, soar, roar, soar
But the water sleeps heavily
In my wings
And soundly
Down my throat

What good are battles
I ask the beloved currents
As they rush through me
Teasing and kissing
What good—
Nothing, nothing, nothing…