Silenced Poem by Jacob Coleman

Proud age fears that it shall be forgotten:
This pirate, this old captain, knew that doom
Hid in the smell of the wind unbroken,
Could send a crippled sailor to his tomb.
The riches he had plundered through the years
Might have kept him light, drunk, and warm,
But the Sirens’ song made him yearn with tears,
Scorn serene death, and seek his life’s last storm.
Fear, surf, and flood fell fast and froze his skin;
A demon wind howled and sent hail firing
Down in a thunderous volley of sin.
‘Save my soul! Me devil is a’hiring,
But I shaint see Davy long as I got…”
Words drowned as those sore skies showed their black spot.