I am Blood In The Water

I am blood in the water,

vulnerability beckons teeth.

A dance of crimson smoke

from that first unhealing wound

unfurls to disperse,

tainting all the oceans with my melancholy.

Reaching the grunting nostrils of a beast.

The underwater vultures come,

circling high above like self-appointed gods,

looking down with single-minded gaze

until the last moment,

before the eyes roll back,

to look away from the horrors committed:

time for frenzy; gnashing an tearing. 

Consumed - a piece by each.