Man Down

By: Carlsy Ybanez

Business Manager

A smile like spikes,

Dark eyes of beautiful black,

Here comes the white blurr.

Seven men sailing.

Ignorance is bliss to them,

Danger approaches.

“Stop the boat!” he said,

This looks perfect to swim in,

“Let’s stop here for lunch.”

A banquet of fish!

The irony in his words,

For a feast for fins. 

Fins of sapphire.

Seagulls screech to warn them all.

Sailors jump with joy.

A cheer? No, a scream!

“Get out! Swim! Get on the boat!”

The horror appears.

Obsidian eyes,

A stomach of whitest snow,

And a gone sailor.