As if a monster
unbolted a secret door
and ripped the earth
into shreds
just under the ocean
he has opened an abyss
along the seabed,
a bleeding wound
of seeping slime, vaporizing
poison in its magic hood.
If we watch
he watches us,
plots his terror
in stages, water-eyed
hiding and listening
for the next move
underneath the water
his mood changes
upwards and downwards,
sideways to the waves
scheming and cunningly
he haunts by his steady rising
the unexpected trail
in his underground planning
