Ride with me herds of blue-backed wonders
Arms akimbo, loosed through foamy mouths of white tips.
Cursing haughty bands of sea bandits,
Their suck-salt-tasting buds of madness.
Mermaids sly-smiling hysteria, languishing to the waist
In shallow lagoons, sweet playing harps of death.
Stealth carrion-riders of the underworld
Shielding them for long-days in Davy Jones’ Locker.
Tawny eyed shrimps celebrate, play loud the tymps.
Old man skate plays a requiem upon the golden gate,
Hail! Hail! Three thousand grumbling whales, bass proud
As Welsh miners in a fury crowd.
Follow loud. As the crowd rides the waves.
The octipi…cheer in murky caves
While bad man shark holds back,
As the cool black catfish asks for a light.