The Bloody Trail of the Bitter Shark
It came one morning with the mist
I washed my bloody hands
The ocean water spilled
Champagne-like around me
Then I saw the trail of tomato paste
Getting thick so fast
That I couldn’t make my best move
To the safety of the shore.
My hands were bloody
Red with fear and disgust
My throat swallowed lumps
Between choked breaths
The morning mist listless
And indifferent
Watched
The bloody trail of the bitter shark.
©2015 MK
