When The Still Sea Conspires An Armor



And Her Sullen And Aborted



Currents Breed Tiny Monsters



True Sailing Is Dead



Awkward Instant



And The First Animal Is Jettisoned



Legs Furiously Pumping



Their Stiff Green Gallop



And Heads Bob Up



Poise



Delicate



Pause



Consent



In Mute Nostril Agony



Carefully Refined



And Sealed Over