Sunday, December 22, 2013
The Night Sea
The clear night sky rode through the hours
Of compulsion, as the foam entered the arena
Of the sea and land of lambs and cows and fish.
There was an old sea captain by the name
Of vulgar occupations, still in time with saving
Remarks and outlandish habits that pirates
Once perpetrated due to ill, solidly effective
And versatile men and women of passage.
The cargoes of these solid ships
Wakened in the souls of the sea a dominating
Influence, as the proper plans were afloat
And the lives loitered in the sea,
The clear night sky entered the arena once more.
Among the pebbles grew the dead.
The stones were polished, slowly drifting into heaven’s
Eyes, and becoming a part of the wreck
That pirates plundered greedily, and corpulence
Sprang its net at the hiding men who delivered
The goods to Satan.
The devils sang to the sweet and sour and bitter
Tune still young in the hearts of dirty men.