Call Me Jonah


Call Me Jonah, Call Me Jonah
Anger, rage and futility
With the weight of the sea—
On my shoulders, bearing down—
On me, pulling me under to drown

I am a mollusk without a sea shell
Exposed to the currents of hell
Fate like a storm pounds me
I am lost in the debris

The machine devours me
Processing the garbage of the sea
I am less than a cog in a wheel
I am a cooked eel

Call me Jonah, for I am his offspring
And the dark water is calling
The crucible of destiny
Forges me into a sword of the sea.

September 7, 2004 – Konrad Tademar

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