Grim Reaper on the cruel sea (From Gazette Series)

Grim Reaper on the cruel sea

WILD seas beat against the battered boat,

The restless gale, grabbing at its masts,

Gangling gannets, gaping, atop and smirk.

The rudders riving at the sea and digging,

Ship's cargo sinking in the guzzling gust,

All hope abandoned for the dawn of day,

Trusting in angels as the helpless might,

Hungry lusty sharks snapping in a queue.

Cruel sea - how many more thy craving;

How many souls - to ease thy gluttony,

Into thy depths, oh, darkness disturbing,

Rippling water, murky and unrelenting.

A seascape scene and tormented trial;

Grim Reaper nets - with a sullen grin.

Robert Jennings-McCormick Cambridge Avenue Dursley