The Hunt

Flat and silent the ocean lies

Pequod's captured in a lull

No gentle breeze blows in the sails

Heated by a salty carpet from above

The crew's emaciated, survival tough

Giant billows bear a mighty whiteness

Screams from the lookout: Whale ahead!

I want this whale, I want it dead!

Hysteria on upper deck

Rabid flames in Ahab's eyes

Hustle and bustle, drag and pull

Panic affects the whaler's moves

Fire!

The harpoon slashes the water's surface

Diving into darkness - the prey escapes

Swallowed by the sea

Starboard lies calm

Portside full of wrath

Possessed by unhuman anger

The heart brawly pumps the blood

Through the marionette of rage

Ahab's visage runs red

I want this whale, I want it dead

A fin erupts from the abyss

Proudly undulates the flesh

Reaches bright horizons Inviolable, manorial

An arrow loosens

... and spirit's away.