The Chief Navigator

She received her ribald advice From the raucous old woman Whose demurred ramble Erased memories of yesterday Her stained chastity Perplexed by trivialities Signified condoned fury And anguished conviction Those dancing assistants Animated by sexual feats Danced to the mad hula… Trampling on human sacrifice She studied the basic swells Which seemed to secure the heavens Shining like those fine stars of joy Deployed to replenish her agony Then as if pierced by scream of women She leaped from the land of empty dreams And unaccomplished limits Into the rank of commoners Those echoes of home Initiated wild gyrations Which besieged his intelligence… Arrested procedures of departure Hallowed ancient custom Suffused with delight Levied a surging impulse On the chief navigator.