Burnmellows

Tiny Casters

throwing fishes from a pole,
because they are smaller …
in hopes to catch level-up.
The sky drops with energy
making half statements
on the littleishness of rockwash and the casters it carries.
It takes only moments
to feel all the frightening
since they who go hunting
are sniffed for themselves.
Each way you turn
the weathers and timebombs
are always in compass.
With you for the target,
who could miss anyway…
the broadside of burnmellows.
The sea is a fire
until it burns up.