Poezja

Eels apart- 
would you like to greet 
the squid? 
 
Resurrected, 
from the mud 
of quotes? 
 
Epic was being 
written, for the sake of the 
sunken ship. 
 
There was no pretext. 
It was a brazen 
assault on the delta. 
 
The clash, the skirmish 
will never end. 
I am going to meet 
 
the needless, 
who had refused 
to stitch the wounds.