A grand old lady of the deep,
She lies in shameless nakedness,
At thirty metres, more or less,
And reluctantly reveals her secrets,
To those who descend,
Through green viscous water
To greet her in her resting place.
A home for fish,
That dolefully guard her still,
And crabs that scuttle,
With uneasy thoughts,
Through her broken limbs,
She rests there peacefully,
And welcomes only those that visit,
Within her secret dominion
(9/8/09)
