Even if you did escape, <br />Small sparkling magician that you are, <br />You would still forever bear my scar. <br /> <br />In your home here on the cape <br />You danced free, pushed and pulled by waves <br />Of emotion and water that never saves <br /> <br />It's salty inhabitants. Your shape, <br />Now a clear shadow in the rippling sea, <br />Comes closer, closer, up towards me. <br /> <br />Spirited, round water-ape, <br />You fight for every breath you take; <br />Against the pain in your lip you struggle to break <br /> <br />Free. Hooked (as you are) you seem to gape <br />At he who did your love-life steal. <br />With his rod and bait he did appeal <br /> <br />To your hunger for a meal. <br />Now for this man you are the meal. <br />The fork's in your side; how does it feel? <br /> <br />Skinned alive-or were you dead? - <br />Your scales still sparkle without the seabed. <br />It seems you've been caught: heart, mind, not soul. <br />Your spirit's fled through that gaping hole, <br /> <br />That empty space within your cheek, <br />That scar that marks what you get to keep: <br /> <br />Nothing<br /><br />Kathlene Ann<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-both-know-you-ve-already-lost/
