Below Decks

Oak and blood,
salty sea,
like soup, and me.
Sweat and chains.
Pain, wrought.
Lost, caught.
Sold.
A token.
A commodity, like soup.
Oak and blood.

We are X.
Brand X.
Rejects.
Wrecks,
below decks.

Touch crusted walls.
Oak, and rain,
and sea beyond,
cold, untamed.

Old God, awoken.
I taste the sea, dive and swim.
See the chains
broken.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.