Graveyard of the Sea

Kenneth Vincent Walker

My barnacled beauty

Corroded over time

One may still see a

Shine in your eyes

From my wet boots.

Though your cracked

Hull has deteriorated

Eyes never lie if you

Peer deeply enough

You’ll find the truth.

It is said that one’s

Eyes are as a window

To the soul and I do

Believe that it’s true

That nothing can hide.

For your eyes are as a

Whirlpool in the ocean

Of hidden proof. Within

Your gaping eyes my

Last paralyzing breath

Materializes in the icy

Alluring call of the deep;

A Siren’s song, a watery

Grave, the final resting

Place of missing souls;

The graveyard of the sea.

Kenneth Vincent Walker is a "New Formalist" poet, spoken word artist, performer and author of Borderline Absurd (An Exercise in Rhyme and Reason), published by Poem Sugar Press/ Community Arts Ink 2015. More recently his work has been widely published in online magazines, journals and blogs. Kenneth is originally from Buffalo, NY and completed his higher education in Canada. He now resides in South Central Pennsylvania where he performs his brand of poetry at various venues throughout the region.