Beast Beached At Penryn
Beached on Penryn’s low tide’s mire
Like a slaughtered sea beast, gutted and reviled,
The hulk, the shell, the bones of a vessel lie,
A prime carcass for scavengers’ ire;
And it lies rotting, slick with green weed,
Skeletal, listing, its plight helplessly dire,
Until the ravenous tide vomits its greed
And sucks at the stranded cadaver, ruthlessly defiled…
Pete Ray
March 2020
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