Reprisal And Requital Poem by Michael Brosky

Treasures born each salty pulse
The bright lunar brain commands;
Each breath, ornate gifts from vaults
In clusters on fine wet sands.

Her salty veins warm and cold
Alive and milked by sailors;
Source of stories ancient told;
The needed blood of life is hers.

Stealing forgotten relics
Into her preserving womb;
Wooden islands gone in wrecks,
A sailor's englassed tomb.

Stabilizing while she lives
The sea takes back what she gives.