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Marine
by Ben EvansTrack back along my wake
I do not tow it though it follows
That it is of my own creation.
You will find bare sea
Only the salty bow give clues
To my origins
And if you happen upon a fish carcass
Left to sink
Do not pick its bones
Today it swims inside me
Tomorrow in my flesh
Look to the horizon
It is the destiny of us all 09/16/2011 Posted on 09/16/2011
Copyright © 2025 Ben Evans
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/16/11 at 08:27 PM Definitely a good image to drive the point home in this. Nice work, man. |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 09/17/11 at 11:13 AM I like the apparent simplicity of this. A poem to ponder. |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 09/17/11 at 12:23 PM First two lines flow brilliantly setting up the rest of this wonderfully. ~JPP |
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