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Hebridean Times

9/22/2011

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CREATURE COMFORT

They stripped the flesh from the bones
and tossed it into the blood thickened sea
sucking and spluttering
gorged on waste and destruction
and buoyant with putrid oil

the flayed and filthy night gave way now
to a violent and remorseful morn
where silence seemed to stretch the very air
which had been rendered asunder by the agonies
of the helpless creature
as it lunged in vain to escape its tormentors

was it the heart they so coveted
that which they themselves had lost

what remained no man can say
but still it heaved and clawed until
at last solid purchase was reached
upon which it inched and gouged
its skeletal form from shore to rock

at last to stand as memorial indeed
for all who passed to recognise
that those who doubt the soul
or doubt the spirit in this world
are further yet from comfort
than this stark creature of the deep


     Text by Padre Diablo - Photography by The Flying Monk - Form by Sionidh MacAualay
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