My wings and tongue were never clipped—
I seek that upper blue.
A siren’s song or playwright’s script,
Hold nothing to the view.
Page 109, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
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I’m in too deep to start to bail,
This gun is out of blanks.
Abandon ship. Naught to avail.
It’s time I walked these planks.
Page 108, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
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I’ve past the storms, the tossed shipwrecks,
Lost all my two-faced crew.
No captain could survive these decks,
I’m ready for the blue.
Page 107, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
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A piercing song, a cry for aid;
There’s someone drowning— there!
The same damn monster, grin betrayed,
I chant the skipper’s prayer.
Page 106, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
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I’m captain still, prow set towards land,
My ship cuts through the deep.
The wheel is bloody in my hands,
Been weeks since I could sleep.
Page 105, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
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I stop my ears and row each day,
One fear above crossbones.
My killer whale breaches to spray—
And drag me down to Jones.
Page 104, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
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We build the bite ablaze, bone fire,
Hope rising as white smoke.
Yes— toss your failures on the pyre,
We’ve nothing left to stoke.
Page 103, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
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Freedom or death, I burn white flags;
The bridges and the boats.
If courage or my campaign lags—
At least we’re not turncoats.
Page 102, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
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These darkened woods do not keep thrones,
The dead cannot bend knees.
So feed the fire, warm your bones,
Let sparks fly past the trees.
Page 101, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
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