Have you any right to be angry?

He crawled below the decks of the ship,

under the wooden planks

and amongst the rotten tins

this is when he was taken by deep sleep

In the great deep there are no sounds to hear

no mouths to speak

there is numbness and misery

Like a boy inside a fish swallowed whole

it takes anger and kiss

to get out of any of these dark places alive

"Separate the bodies" he says,

"lay them tight in

separate beds"

I believe in the passion of flames

but here fire is snuffed out

let loose as muffled ash

"Have you any right to be angry?"

There was a body inside of me

There was someone there

crying from his cage within me

There was anger inside of me

There was misery inside of me

There was death within me

There was death within my reach

I am angry enough to die,

this judgment by fire dried up the great deep

The thought of Jove

his head pressed to my hands

I feel a lumbering weight that suffocates

but he breathes life onto my skin

And I recall the night I saw flames take the sky

I feel sickness

and the waters rising at my throat

darkness covers my eyes

emptiness wraps himself around my head.

I've seen signs,

flaming circles in the night sky

he's made hurricanes with his hands

he could spread rage to every island

shake the earth

press out the burning passion with his thumb,

while I breed misery

swallow bodies whole

breathe out smoke

because the flames inside of me lie low

I asked him to bring me death and he brought

blood to my hands

I tried to take refuge in the bottom of that ship

but I could not reach deep sleep

flames haunt me, shadow of smoke

to never know love or company

the idea of another body too frightening

I succumb to the suffocating silence

of the great deep.