Keith Moynihan O' Brien
Salvage - Poem by Keith Moynihan O' Brien
I will sail across this wild ocean of emotion
And nail my colours to the mast,
Cry defiance to the storm
As I chase her to the last.
She contains the sapphires of the seam
Her holds brim with jasmine oil
And she bears the flag of the free.
Oh, the thought of her lost makes me boil!
I blame the Captain that spun her loose,
Abandoned her to uncertain cold waters.
His neglect shall see the noose,
Never to know sons or daughters.
He jumped ship to save his skin,
Immature and afraid of destiny
The afterlife will know his sin.
Salvaging her shall take the best of me.
Lines are thrown across her decks,
As I pull ‘longside and draw her near,
She will not join the list of wrecks.
Sea and sky on the horizon, clear.
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