Leviathan 1

Leviathan I Jesus H. Christ he's gone quiet falling over his face where once storms had raged. The ocean that was always breaking in his eyes now calm; an unbroken surface, the whitecaps of his youth now dissolved into air. And on the seabed, the deep currents of his past can now sleep forever. For who could dive into the dark stillness and scoop up the words he abandoned to the cradle of sand. Even if some were brought to the surface who could trust their meaning now with what he said then? He had given nothing away, believing that if he had it would never have returned to him: the love, inexpressible, the hatred, easily said,

the cut of the unforgiven worn smooth. These were the roots to how he had grown. What then did we see in the shade of his arch? Only this: The splinter and the trunk; the gnarled life inside eaten away. WARWICK McFADYEN