Bone-craft

Lost at sea. It had no mate
Its entrails gory in a spate
Dank and long. Big as any whale
Swept red up the wretched spit
A taut black bow. Beaching
in to a broad arch
Wavering it's grip
only where gravity
plucked its portion of horizon.
Bleary eyed. Surprised. It
neatly forged a Soutine set
into the jaw sharp shingle
Perhaps lost. Concussed
Lead astray by the keeling keen
of marinised engines. Con-rods
compelling call. Chasing
Archimedes worm
- baited for destruction
Bone-craft. Harled and hauled
to a reductive station
Tried to extract succour
from the tide-dry esker
Were those open wounds. Harpoons?
Carnassial shear of swordfish
rending aside its giving plate?
Last bellow of a languid spinnaker
Forced to furl. Framed to form
and harrow the dry stone
Invoke the Ephesian clause
Coracled by barnacles. Matelot
helped escape corruption's cell
Nor wrong witted or dragooned
Connate. Conned. Straked and corbelled
a coralline church, driftwood chapel
Elemental passage with it's being

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