The Schooner

Conrad, you old schooner, sent from your cove,

of souls, your hero braved an ocean, then

drifted past a shoal. Now landing on a

shanghaied beach, he trekked into the wasteland,

where choking plumes of ash rained hard upon

the columns. And death did pause to sow the

seeds, the woe, and rank of slaver's greed, then

pandered his familiars breathe, charnel

vapors from its salt mines.

Reviews

[Casey Truax]

Joseph Conrad, no? Your word choices are fantastic. Each hard consonant falls in the right place.

[Perry]

Hi Casey, Yes, my meager ode to Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness. Thanks for your input. Much appreciated.