trader poem challenge:

needle against the whale

it’s coming my way, and not just one,

perhaps there are two beneath the sun.

great hulks of green in monstrous might,

advancing hard from northern light.

their massive bodies drive me fast,

towards the shore, towards weeds amassed.

yet kindly is that shore to none,

blood-red stones lie where i must run.

they scrape my heels with cursed delight,

like pumice grinding day and night.

shall i escape this place alive,

or will they feast and then survive?

inside my pocket, all i hold,

a little needle, slight and cold.

what can it do to whales or stone?

perhaps i’ll fade before i’m known,

before the earth above is thrown.

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