I curse ye!

below the waves
below the sea
thrust down deep
under the trident's tines three

crushed
cracked and
cleaned
by crustaceans
cetecea

with light ever weak
an end never near
in black ink of night
year upon year

grasped tight by lines
and wracked by defeat
with no final rest
and no maker to meet

so I curse you!
to the bottom
to drown endlessly

to be forgotten
forever
a part of the sea