Ras Mohammed

Absorbed in amniotic languor
Opaque brightness fades
In descent

Only the sound of my own diaphragm reverberates
Tolling in deathly rhythmic
Surrender

The Dunraven sprawls, spent prone
Tears gouge mortal wounds
Broken

Entering her warm currents pulse
Doors ajar, passageways call
Waiting

With one kick she is gone
In a burst of bubbles
Abandoned

And in heady exit
A crescendo of life cries
Reborn