Breathing Slow

Breathing Breathing slow Breathing heavy A very Leviathan He lay sleeping. Tall as the beach He lay on Almost. Careless he was Of men humanity And Earth: Not aggressive But Just indifferent. On the beach He rolled Lazily. The sun baked him not Nor when the sunset and The dusk Conspired chill. Or when the night-shrouds In his ears Whispered. They woke him not. But Still continued He Indifferent. He deemed himself The greatest Poet Seer But asserted not: He did not bother Ever To sing or versify. Breathing Breathing slow Breathing heavy A very Leviathan He lay sleeping.