What Lies Underneath

Upon a little rowboat
A peaceful man’s asleep
None around aware
Of what lies underneath

Beneath this sleeping man
Inside the rowboat’s boards
Lie a smoking pistol
And two small bloodied swords

Beneath this floating vessel,
One might have seen before,
The surface of a lake
Stretched from shore to shore

Below the clear blue waters,
As peaceful as a dream,
What one could see as tranquil,
Ain’t as calm as it may seem.

Though the water is a clear
As a giant plastic bag,
A shark rises unnoticed
In Nature’s game of tag.

Beneath the deadly shark
About to sink the boat,
Lies a single corpse
With a bloody overcoat.

This poor pathetic little man
Had not an ounce of wrong,
Much less had he so great a sin
To make this where he belong

Right or wrong, it matters not
For this is where he lay.
Though he may feel avenged at least
The shark eats well today.

What lunch-to-be should well have known
Before he went to sleep,
Is that one should be ever wary
Of what lies underneath.

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