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AT THE FAR END OF THE ABYSS
By Quentin Smith
The black stars are swirling over my head,
Waters of death churn like thunder against my chest;
I swim toward starless shores and crawl
Naked onto the sands, among bones and white skulls
No sun has ever seen.
This beach is the darkest desert of the night.
In this alien land I now breath
Into my gasping lungs a thin black nothingness;
A fish from a foreign sea is choking by my side,
Its broken fins quiver and slash against my flesh,
I writhe and turn beneath the tortured sky –
Soon our strangled forms will lie lifeless on the strand.
Written 1973 |