The Hunt

Flat and silent the ocean lies

Pequot's captured in a lull

No gentle breeze blows in the sails

Heated by a salty carpet from above

The crew's emaciated, survival tough

Giant billows bear a mighty whiteness

Screams from the outlook, whale ahead

I want this whale, I want it dead

Hysteria on upper deck

Rabid flames in Ahab's eyes

Hustle and bustle, drag and pull

Panic affects the whaler's moves

The harpoon slashes the water's surface

Diving into darkness the prey escapes

Swallowed by the sea

Starboard lies calm

Portside full of wrath

Possessed by unhuman anger

The heart bravely pumps the blood

Through the marionette of rage

Ahab's visage runs red

I want this whale, I want it dead

A fin erupts from the abyss

Proudly undulates the flesh

Reaches bright horizons

Inviolable, manorial

An arrow loosens

And spirits away