Thursday, May 07, 2009

Jolly Roger

Ride
high
Jolly Roger.
Let us fly to the ends once again.
Our parchment was forged-
let us loosen the scourge
and hurl the full force of our men.

Fly
fly
Jolly Roger.
The treasure is lost in the deep.
With swords, a rout-
we’ll hang, no doubt
with none but our whores to weep.

Fie
fie
Jolly Roger!
Why smile in the face of death?
We chose this road
put our marks on the code
to make mayhem until our last breath.


This
is goodbye
Jolly Roger.
A time we all knew would come.
Our powder is wet.
They’re flying fleurettes.
Outnumbered outlaws, outgunned.

Die
die
Jolly Roger
We’ll see you in depths of glory.
No yield or surrender
this fight they’ll remember
and this fire is all that is holy.

3 comments:

Karen said...

Who would ever have thought that still we'd have pirates? You've captured the other point of view very well.

Karen said...

I came back for another read, and now I think the end may have a turn in point of view.

I like poetry that leaves me wondering...

KGT (aka Cagey) said...

Thanks Karen. You are a perceptive reader. Keep up the great work over on Keeping Secrets!