demanded, rather-- the promotion he earned.
a perfunctory ceremony
pomp and circumstance could be heard,
the band waist-deep in seawater.
hull heaving,
listing in its throes
as the brass accolade was pinned to his gleaming white uniform.
a glimmer in his eye,
and the tips of his saluting fingers
were the last thing seen...
his hat floated proudly into the sunset.
a reception amongst all life aquatic,
rsvp only, please.
eerie liquid clouds of dust dancing--
escaping air pockets,
birthed by now rusting steel orifices...
a symphony orchestrated by the murky deep.
NB @ 10:31 PM
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