ALLEGORY
This allegory has no meaning
It has no beating of breath or heart
Within the whale was Jonah screaming
No light, unseeing, to play his part
Innsmouth Harbor how cold the water
As Lovecraft wrote of the creatures at play
Alight the village on wayward reef
While blurry-eyed monsters collect their prey
Up from the scuppers politicians who flounder
Churning and burning revealed what they are
Captured by truth those who sit in high towers
Split further the tongues as they waggle their yarn
Yet helpless are we here low in our countenance
While gazing from above spineless ravens drift by
Judging and passing sentence upon us
We who elected those feathers that fly
Numbered the days for us one and all
Unless like the captain the ship to keep sail
Staying the course lest he change his mind
What once was our heaven is now but our hell
