Orca

A gutted ship's hull lists,
dragged into a roiling sea
filled with blue-glass shark fins,

leaving entrails of fever through
depths of eternal night,

the oil-slick surface,
shifting mottled moonlight

on coral reefs calcified against
the leaves of bodies that drift by,

sinking, to disappear into
canyon fissures deeper than the
shadows of heaven can reach,

pods of whales cruise overhead
giving off their eerie cries,

baleful orgasmic moans
as they claim their take
from the debauch of a hunt.

The moon reaches its apex
over the battlements,

deceptive silence belies
the solitude of a killing
during an orca night.