Blue Shark

She hunts

Molecules ride the currents

Feeling like squid

A worthy meal

Aha

Yes

Indeed

The fatal approach

All senses tuned

The final act

Swoosh

What the fuck is this?

All is not as it seems

A double agent squid

Hiding a hellish hook

In its long dead tentacles

The high grade steel

Slices through the corner of her mouth

Escape is now futile

Death is inevitable

A struggle ensues

Better to die fighting

Than to live for nothing

Circles

The only shape the cruel hook allows

While existence waits

Hours pass

In some far off direction

A slight tug pulls

And they are off

The water smells like death

And fear

It is thick with it

A soup of bad omens

Pulled awkwardly to the surface

The steel sided coffin awaits

A man shouts

This is too much

Thrashing and frothing

It is long too late

Pulled to the side

Argh!!!!!!

Posiedon's fury

A gaff hook buries deep into her stomach

And comes out the other side

Hauled unceremoniously on deck

Thrashing

And frothing

She is pinned

And she is sworn at

And she receives underserving venonmous anger

From her small minded assailent

This is surely Hell

Cold blade

Cold knife

Cold heart

Cold life

More high grade steel

Cold blood explodes across the deck

Somehow the colour of both life and death

And indifference

This time a deep cut behind the gills

Severs her back bone

But the desire to live

Will not be severed for a few hours yet

The cut is deep

It enters the body cavity

The stomach bag spills out onto the deck

And then the high grade steel finishes its callous work

Four slices

One slice for the dorsal fin

One for each of the pectoral fins

One for the bottom of the tail fin

Four bits of cartilage

Cartilage soup

A delicacy

With everything taken

But still looking shark like

Her carcass is tossed back into the oceans jaws

As unceremoniously as she came

Still thrashing and frothing

Although now it’s just her nerves

Synapses firing

Slower and slower

The occasional muscle spasm

And then stillness

She lays at the bottom in darkness

Almost severed in two

And missing her fins

This is how her spirit leaves her body

This is how she dies

This is how her days end

Cold

Mutilated

And broken

End Of Days

Society is distorted

The end of days

Has been recorded

In the factories

That pump out shit

In the way

That we suck dick

End of days

End of days

End of days is coming

I see it

All around me

Armageddon's bell

Is tolling

The Day I Died

The day I died

I opened my eyes

For the first time

In my life

I realised then

The game is won or lost

With the roll of dice

Legacy

To stare truth in the face

Bare, naked and close

To see mask upon mask unveiled

Beyond the flesh and bones

Somewhere near the soul

You'll find truth

Perhaps that is the soul

Soul is truth

To be soul-full

You need to be truthful to yourself

And everyone else

These are the thoughts

That run through my head

And they are mine

My thoughts are only mine

The only thing I own without a doubt

They can shackle my body

And warp my mind

But crazy or not

My thoughts are still my thoughts

But who cares?

Right?

Thought without action

Is nothing but weakness

As the great sage Joey Shithead once said

Talk minus action equals zero

Thoughts minus action equals zero too

But even on a more fundamental level

Talk is cheap

But thoughts not talked

Are even cheaper

The greatest heros the world has seen

Didn't talk about doing things

They did them

Their legacy was bound in action

That is why the world remembers