The horror of an upturned shell

the Sky above its feet,

so close the Oceans saving swell

too near to poisoned meat.

 

Right yourself or skewered be

pivot upon your nose,

flip yourself toward the Sea

escape approaching toes.

 

For I have been that stranded beast

forlorn upon the sand,

prospective flesh of tainted feast

an ending most unplanned.

 

I know I'll kill lest I be killed

that slowing down of time,

the sharpness of each second filled

it's your life, never mine.

 

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