vlt/words/a-curse.md

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