[Jeffrey]

Sinking.

Don't you just love to pick my bright bones clean
as I plunge nose-over-tail through bright seas?
Don't you love to watch my bronze hull go green
as you take up residence within me?

Thrill-seekers and government salvage ships take trips
to my wreckage, peek into inaccessible corridors as you
glide out of sight. The night Nereus walks is as black
as the corners of my shell that you stalk, so monstrous
as you spread your tendrils and roots through my grates.

Don't you just love to pick my bright bones clean
as I plunge nose-over-tail through bright seas?

As I went down, they sounded their morse code moans,
they struck up the timpanis and trombones to play
taps and "Leaning on the Everlasting Arms" as coast
guard alarms sounded on the distant shore. But I quaked
as my sinking shudders tore decks and scattered deck chairs,
for I felt your breath bubbling up into the air, as the waters
swallowed me. You had been following me, fin and tentacle,
since we left the harbor, struck out from Eliceville into the
Cerenarian Sea. You came for me as I found myself unable
to stay afloat. The last strangled note came as they sang:
"Safe and secure from all alarms..." and then the night was dark!

Don't you love to watch my bronze hull go green
as you take up residence within me?