decapitation

Decapitated


On a tropical Paradise’s jetty I stood arguing with a tall man
who carried a rusty machete, said he didn’t like my blandness,
a sudden slicing move and my head parted from its body.
He lifted my head up by the hair, a dramatic, black actor,
a Hamlet, but I spat him in his face, as a last act of defiance,
shocked he threw my head into the warm, emerald sea, and as
my human life came to an end I saw a shiny dolphin

Reborn as a dolphin, happy and free, but oddly though,
I remembered my former human life, yet bore no ill feeling
against my killer; who, life is strange, I met one day when he
was out swimming near the jetty, the man liked dolphins,
I let him feel my smooth skin and we played till we’re far
from shore, where the sea is cools, is deep and dark blue.

He saw the dark, grey fins first, tiger sharks, and cried out,
turned, tried to swim ashore, a scream rippled the calm sea,
and echoed for miles as I swam away to find my family of
bottle nosed dolphins, in this weird new world of mine.