Old Bones of Poseidon

Old bones of Poseidon 

Bleached by sun,

Worn thin by sand and salt

What say you now, 

Long buried god of the sea?

Replaced by gods and 

Prophets whom you never knew.

Do salty tears cry from the grave?

Or do you mock those

Who cast down your spirit,

And left you unknown,

Unloved?

Does the sea still obey your

Harsh commands and express

Your rage in angry waves

That lash the shores and

Molest the arrogance

Of unbelievers?

Do you crush steel ships, 

As you did the ships of wood,

And carry sailors to their 

Deep and watery doom?

Are the white and brittle

Bones I see, yet more disguise

To hide your living soul?

Or have you lost your 

Grip on tides,

And only live in memories 

Carried on the salty wind?