CUTTLEFISH
Sam Henley Smith
Highly developed mollusc,
ten-arm hunter, no skeleton just
a backbone, the only evident remains
once the sea has cleared a life.
Saltwater ran through your vertebrae Dad,
a naval recruit, tattooed arms
that held me tight, marked you as mine
with colours faded, and images
re-drawn by sloughing skin.
Now, disorientated by the cloud of ink
in your wake, I am your ghost-crab
come to inspect this abandoned frame
you once called home.