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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