Shanties of Dead Men

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

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[John the Baptist]

Could be an epitaph for the crew of the Titanic.