I curse ye!

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

crushed
cracked and
cleaned
by crustaceans
and cetecean

the light ever weak
the end never near
in the black ink of night
for year upon year

grasped tight by lines
and wracked in 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