he holds you tight under his arm-pit
dancing on waves like a wood on driftwith other drift-woods swimming not
to the shore, to you, the eternal rest spot
the other, with you on the same spot
too swims with speed, not aimlessly floatbut deep under water with intent
to whirl the water above with its content
the third he steers the rudder of the boat
pretending to swim with others in the moathis own dug-out, to colonise you and the rest
the submissive slaves, with no quest, nor zest
henry victor 31.08.2013
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