Seadeath of a poem

Photo by Christie Stalcup, Michael Stalcup’s wife

Here’s a poet ㅤ ㅤ vaporised
under sun’s scorching distaste

of the aesthetics.
His ideas is a particle theory now,

breezed away towards the tanned
people to relieve them of the cruelty

of an invisible, imaginary, but solid
omnipotence.

His eyes are medusaed to pearls,
and pearls adulterated, powdered

into sea food.
His bones shattered, and

calcified into corals
to make the mortal dream

of walking on water plausible.
A current under the sea collects

his breathes in whispers
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤand disperse them unto an obscured eternity.

This is a response to the Imagà Imaginings prompt by Michael Stalcup:

Image Prompt #6

• title taken from a line in James Joyce’s Ulysess.