death at sea
quickly snatched from the cool moist ground,
abandoned with others, confined within bounds,
intertwined with each other and covered with slime,
a steamy raw stench more pungent with time,
a rumbling disturbance, we all start to squirm,
plucked from the greasy mass, a true grip that’s firm,
my head's entrapped, the point of no return,
the other end dangling with nowhere to turn,
sharp barbed steel just appeared within sight,
I shudder in anguish, disturbed by my plight,
the first precise pierce, a twinging bloody gash,
severe pangs rang through me, with the next savage slash,
writhing in pain, by drowning I will die,
with my last breath, I ask myself “why?"
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