Captain Cur (England)
My pirate's flag is wars invitation,
of black canine flesh and blanched human bone.
Flown on rags that defy the nations
atop weathered planks I walk alone.
Native bride, you stand adorned before me,
with salt stained cheeks and moonlit eyes.
My vessel's pride is honed by the cruel sea;
her tall masts reach toward brutal skies.
Broken hulls on ravaged shores, your body near,
my eyes to you resting by my side.
My arms pull fore through all despair,
your body new. I incite the savage love inside.
The sea now calm, small waves that carry,
a forgotten ship through horizons door,
I place your palm on a heart that's weary,
pressed to lips that will love no more.
My trade was culled with a rage that binds me
to the specious hope that I command one day.
My senses dulled by its rabidity
as taunt towropes pull near our prey.
Our grappling hooks hold both ships dear,
murderous screams pierce the fading light,
as pirates look with brine bit tears
on human dreams afloat in the purging night.
I fought my way to his timbered door
that the axe heads broke with fallacious swings.
I chose this day veiled by the battles roar
and wrote the fate that mutiny brings.
With renewed eyes, this unwanted fetus shorn
and hollowed from a whorish womb,
I claimed my prize, amid the tempest's horn,
and hurled him down to a silent tomb.
I was nursed with callous breasts and shunned
by a father's cold, compassionless stare.
I was treated with malice and mercilessly rode
but I would never shed a tear.
I was a beaten dog, his mongrel boy,
not given the dignity of a name,
My spirit strong, though mauled and bereft of joy,
the beast and I became the same.
I now ascend the steps to the splintered deck
and I righteously affirm my hold.
My body wet from his blood and my sweat
as this new journey in my life unfolds,
my flags new crest, my will of stone,
addressed by the name my ears forever must endure.
Black canine flesh, blanched human bone,
in fear they named me captain, their new Captain 'Cur.'
Poet's Notes about The Poem
to the Captain's diary translated April 2012.
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