Sunday, July 8, 2007

"Queequeg "

I sail upon the ship named Piquad
The skill of my mighty harpoon
Bringing back oil and blubber for ransom
Bitter salt of the sea from which I am immune
The brine and foam sting my face
I am from a peculiar race
From barren lands my broken hands
Grasp the shaft which brings death
To the mighty whales of the seas
That breathe and blow from their spouts
Before I am upon them like a mighty disease
When anchors drop like mad weights
We row in our own madness my hearty mates
Ah to be as one upon the sea with sun upon my brow
I tremble within my bones and veins
As though in tow of my escape
I am Queequeg the savage man
I bring death to the leviathans of the sea

© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

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