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ShiPPehoy

from ShiPPe by Captain Verbese

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ShiPPeHoy

...And lands on a ship.
The cargo bay, where the stowaways
Are stowed away; sleeping on hay
Behind old crates, they pray
Amongst the bilge rats, and the steel hats
Of the workman; an old Egyptian tune plays.

Here where I have landed to live and breathe another day,
The sites I see around me, paint a picture very grey:
The people speak in tones; soft and powerful they say:
“How far we have strayed, but forever here we stay,
How far we have strayed, but forever here we stay.

“The sailors are Gods of war, the woman are Goddesses of whores”, undressing the awning, leave most men mourning in the morning, pouring their sorrows on the deck; “white jewellery adorns neck”, the stresses of the stowaways, the poor, the rain pours and leaves floors wet, wet nurses nurse dry breasts; in the galley the chef cooks rank, hovering between good and rank, the stank thank the captain for another day without blank: a jot in his journal stuck between bars, portholes “hahas” and tort old bastards wear the hardest belts loosely, lose your voice and confuse me, better yet abuse me with the breakfast muesli flavoured with two leaves of the smuggled spice, stolen, shanghaied from high seas that flow low where rain clouds sigh, and even the children can die for a few moments more, especially children: urchins hurtin’ and they know it, burqas burning, a flamed omen for those yearning for home ownership, dreams exchanged as words on this lonely ship, another blip in his diary and they’ll be dyeing me in the colours of the scalp and cross bones: a jolly Roger dancing halfway up the mast spared more life and the laughs of those who watch, those who don’t stop but murmur: oh God! God who flags in the sea below, away from the Gods and the Goddesses, as a monster in death throes; he powers the waves, and the wind and the horror, war’s around the corner, “and you cannae stop her”. Forlorn adornments at dawn spark a light: the sky burns with a petty sea soldiers plight, spite is the air, choking throats and burning hair, filling ash with poison, puss phlegm and venom. The women and the children huddle below deck, but they’ve got just as much chance of death as the dregs who fight theft: in hell dwells a thief who did not give up his belief in the old time ways of the sea: but the sea is eternal, and man’s foibles are but journals recorded for the insignificant and stored sentimentally, the mentality of the sea is to drown every jetty, and the jetties can be made of wood, stone or steel, but God’s teeth are sharp and he’ll make them his meal.

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from ShiPPe, released September 15, 2012

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