THE WAKE AT BAY

From deep blue came she
As the lonely lad above stern gazed
To behold the maiden of sea
Struck with beauty, O glory! Amazed
The bathed wind bullied eyes
Picked a speck of the figure
With whom so much treasure lies
Or is it a drowning little girl?
The calabash-coloured nipples said different
A divine craftsmanship
Like the flesh of coastal coconuts
From within every seaman desire dripped
With a glittering face and slimy toe fins
She glided towards me
“Give me your compass needle” she said, but I’ll lose everything
My voice quaked, mind squeeze and could not think
Like ideas unable to pierce through
“Give me” again, to save your gold
Or ancient prophecy comes true
Pestilence, fever and cold

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