Openings

Taken away  
Transported  
who sees the vista
small green shoals,
the fish dart
and the silent , unmoving castaway is a blur
is that a shaft ,
sharpened
straight,
spearing flesh

the sea is rent
with gouts
and shall never smell
the same

the great white
Ones
will come

attracted by the stench  
marauders all
Smelling Prey

is that not life ,
Taking
when defenceless,
and not the strong
who shall it be
The birds peck
in the ground

Little holes and orifices made in His mind
she will worm
in
and then stay
little ulcers
opening inside
until
  where is she and where is He?

Is that what its all about?  

I hope so  
as I search for that
  Ceaselessly    unendingly
not yet found