Ray Freed


Mariner - Poem by Ray Freed

Bloated
cold and blue
the body you sailed
for fifty two years
lays beached on the carpet.

Two med techs
strip your swim trunks
and without ceremony
lift you onto a gurney
roll you out the door
and down the steps
to their waiting van,
Charon’s skiff.

Clear sky,
firm breeze,
a day to
put out
to sea.


Comments about Mariner by Ray Freed

  • (4/2/2006 1:33:00 AM)


    I have to read further after this bloater of a poem Ray! lol I feel sick now. great poem though! 10 from Tai, swimming for her life! lol or at least treading water (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 2, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 2, 2006


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