The Sea Wolf
Oleander Bellanger
Wonderful warm coat
Beneath layers of blubber
Lays your treasure.
A warmth dancing within a dark room
Surrounded by a glass cage
Your precious light
Only used for the needs of another.
Whimpering for the brothers and sisters
Howling for a mother and father
Off the coasts of Jamaica.
No one called back
On those lonesome white beaches.
Those once curious and joyous eyes
Now filled with despair and hunger.