Shanties of Dead Men

Shanties of Dead Men

A Poem by Omikron

In my dreams I hear the shanties of
Dead men
Throats throbbing with crying bravery and
Courage
They set the waters golden, as they sail
Towards death
Knowingly facing the wrath of Poseidon
And the demons
Roaming in their heads

In my dreams I hear shanties leaving
Dead lips
Once touched by the grace of women left
Far behind
Affection lingering still, withholding the tides
Of time

As they sail on the thread that knits
The world
Along their shanties and fumes of
Succulent rum

They set the waters golden, and sail diligently

Towards death

And all its dignity

© 2020 Omikron


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Could be an epitaph for the crew of the Titanic.

Posted 5 Months Ago



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Added on April 5, 2020
Last Updated on April 5, 2020
Tags: Poetry, Sailing, Water, Sea, Seamen, Shanties, Song, Imagination, Dream, Daily

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Omikron
Omikron

Sweden



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