Anchors and All

I watch all crawl in curious obedience

On hands and knees, fruitlessly searching

Attempting to shield bulging eyes

Craning ears in eager supplication

To my dreary dread, its virtue extolled

I sit shimmering, hidden in my moistened cave

My hymn of pain, an exhalation

Whistling o'er the wailing throngs

As all behold my deadly song

They seek their grave, fate violently hastened

Unable to break the cyclic chains

They dance to my wilding melody

A foghorn's blow signals an anchor pulling

Even seaborn babes

Beneath crashing waves to the bed below

Dancing at my maestro's thrall

I sway about on bleeding soles

Pulling picine brethren from writhing shores

Reflecting every note and sorrowful groan

In the face of a siren's song

All sound drowns in its wake

You may think I stop to breathe or rest

Not so; my dirge rings out true

Collecting tolls on days grey and blue

No matter the revolution of the sun

Souls fill my scales with shining lift

When I've had my gory fill

I return to my dark sphere

Flitting and floating with glowing joy

To revel in the freedom my

Glorious anthem brings

K.B. Silver