Hi m8 👋... Long time no see. I hope you're well.

Yes, the second half of this poem could certainly be analogous for the human condition. Our preditory nature seems to work against us as a social animal, unless you prescribe to the theory that our tribal waring and slavish devotion to our egos is all part of our evolution. Personally I think that's hogwash. Just another excuses for not evolving toward true balance between our primal nature and our capacity for conceptualising the world.

This poem was taken from my 3rd year university poetry portfolio which was written around the theme of slavery. The expression of that theme is subtle in this poem. The wreckers picking amongst the cargo of the ship are murdering the main human cargo while trying to find goods or gold.

Buoy-like bobbing at the surface -
fleshy charcoal pimples
on the dark ocean,
floundering naked and bound
in chains

Using the 'out of body' perspective of one of those dying slaves, means it's all kind of surreal, like a painting or a reflection on the surface of a pool... this is what I imagine dying to be like anyway.

I found the word document of this collection of poems a few weeks ago and have been working on reviewing, and rewriting them. I'm gonna put a selection of them up on steem over the next few weeks and save some for submission to journals.

Glad you enjoyed the creepy poem @f3nix 🙂