1. COLOSSUS OF THE LIQUID GRAVES

Tentacles furnished with rows of hooks.
Bleedful watchers, hideous mollusks.
What vitality, what vigor in all parts!
And they possess there hearts!

Colossus

Few men with boarding-hatchets,
Twenty tentacles to be feared.
À moll à moll I heard him cry,
And with the monsters saw him disappear.

There's always been ground,
For the tales of the story-teller,
Right before my very eyes,
Colossus, the deep sea dweller

From far beneath the sea,
Ascend the dwellers of the deep,
In roaring they shall rise
And on the surface die.

Colossus, obnoxious guise,
Captain gathered fears in his eyes.

(colossus, under the waves,
Captain gazing into our liquid graves.)