Pantoum for the Weary Souls

On the outskirts of the dock

A hefty crew on broken wings

Ships far off like floating seeds

Deck splintered and worn

A hefty crew on broken wings

Ragged black sails

Deck splintered and worn

Stones, bones, bleached tones

Ragged black sails

Stitched With tacky rags

Stones, bones, bleach tones

Everything and death

Stitched With tacky rags

Dusk fans the bow

Toward Everything and deathly

Scales shimmer in the reeds

As dusk fans the bow

In the cool lagoons an enchanting tune

Scales shimmering reeds

Mesmerized, the men sail in

In the cool lagoons an enchantment tunes

A sentient pendulum

Mesmerizing, men sailing in

Smiling like fools

A sentient pendulum–

“Come ye, weary souls, rest with us down below”

Smiling like fools

To Sail out towards the open sea

“Come ye, weary souls, rest with us down below”

Eyes peer bloodless and hooded

Sailing out towards the open

Settling on two

Eyes peering bloodless and hooded

Their arms like snakes, constricting

To settle on two

A sharp laugh and a splash

Their arms like snakes, constricting

The sky shines gently

A sharp laugh and a splash

Then a stillness like none other

The sky shining gently

Through the clouds, a mast breaking through

A stillness like none other

The still sail sweeps broad

Through the clouds, a mast breaks through

Ships far off like floating seeds

Not a crew to be seen

But crimson streaks on the port