Yag-Kosha - Dagon I

The Great of wars
Fought in narrowed trenches
millions who have died
Hand to hand in the mud

The Great of Wars
Fought on endless oceans
thousands who have died
through imposing weapons

In the open broad Pacific
On a grand supercargo
Captured by the huns
After lacking discipline
He was free on the sea

Waking up to a dream
A transformation of scenery
A slimy hellish black mire

trapped in cloudless cruelty
The inky marsh beneath his feet
carcasses of decaying fish
a barren immensity
not a faintest noise of ocean

He crawled into the stranded boat
thinking or brooding for several hours
there before his eyes must lay
a ground hidden for several million years

maybe
an unprecedented volcanic eruption
no sea to go back
no sea-fowl to prey upon the dead fish