Treasure Island

L C Vieira

(Lisbon, Portugal)

'Round the Pond


So I will live just 'round the pond
and tread where few have trod beyond -
Where special ones with motives sure
the founders who all went before,
took quiet step with careful heart,
then chose to give right from the start -

But while they slept, the gate unlocked
and peace was pushed beneath the dock
To struggle there and short of breath,
as others laughed to see that test.
Annoyed, they mock Truth's risen stand
to show what's in the hearts of man.

How foolish some must seem to those
whose secret plans to all impose -
Then loudly crush soft spirits' cry
as farce and fancy slither by
to bite the necks of daring few,
Who lay them down for these ones, too.

Such sadness spills across the pond
and past the forest ferns, now gone,
for just as Pilate washed his hands,
some care for nothing but their plans.
Coyotes yelping closely near
have closer bonds, and less to fear.

What is that common table's meal
where all together do not steal
each other's dreams and destiny -
a self-fulfilling prophecy?
Eat or be eaten, is that all?
Coyotes, then, come eat us all!

Submitted: Saturday, November 10, 2012
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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