Leviathan





One of those Biblical

Monsters, friends.

Lumped with dreadful

Seas and storms.

Usually alone

And brooding.

Moans distinctive

And carrying

Huge distances.

To friends; to God?


Found seasonally in

Extreme cold

Followed by hot.

Gulping huge quantities

Of briny critters

While squid, sharks 

And groupers

Gave their obeisance.


No one wished to come close

But if and when

Hey would see 

On his side one

Benevolent eye

And bubbling entourage.

The ancient sufferer Job

Knew all of this.

Swallowed one moment

And then spat out.

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