POEM 334: …THEN THEY LEFT
rehearsing stories of yesteryears
one told the other about the sea
of drunk seamen
of drunk semen
of island girls
of island gales
of itchy groins and yellow skin
of comrades buried in watery grave
of staring death in the eye
of salvation and peace he found
there was a glint in his eyes
he said to the other’s listening ears,
what adventure made you this sad?
what tale turned your gold to sand?
he sighed and plucked a roadside flower,
pulled off the petals one by one,
stooped and placed them beside his feet,
gently he, crushed em, one by one
one man looked on
and when he finally found his voice,
“I’ll always be here for you”, they said.
Then they left.