How did it feel,
when you plunged
into the unforgiving arms
of the North Atlantic?
She was eaten up,
for how the sea loved her so-
it made a regal feast of her,
and as she drifted down, her
legs must have been replaced-
granted life in a sparkling grotto.
The drop off the hulk of steel
wound round her like eels shivering
down her body. Cool alternating currents
as the sea admitted passage
into the abyss, and a gasp from
starboard, but she cried
"don't fret, my friends!"
as a wave folded over her form.
There was an old woman who fell into the
sea, and she roams
along the shoals
wearing skirt of
seafoam,
trailing seaweed
and
stars.
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