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fo'c·'sle    /'fohksel/  noun  deriv: forecastle
      1. the forward part of a ship below the deck, traditionally used as the crew's living quarters.
      2. historical:    a raised deck at the front of a ship.


With the equinox illuminating a fortnight of recovery 
          On pelts spread like Ionian jars left askew, 
My flame-keep sparked alight against the doldrums of 
          Greed. Stagnant and fetid. 
My bark beats out a call stretched 
          Skin-tight over the sea’s virgin core
And sets trust aflame. 

Ashes collected into the collated casks and 
          Corked with animus, Moon Girl pounded on. 
Drumming a dirge on the tanner's own flesh. 
          Pounding the seed of echoing hope. 
Pounding the corpus beat of life anew.

Those echoed my own harmony and emptied my ears. 
          My tunes would now be true and crisp. 
My struggle to syncopate the middle eight 
          Was like on the saltchuck the time before. 
Before we crossed the bar,
          Breakers chasing, pounding aft of stern.

Now in the glow of the coal oil lamp 
          Sat The Dane who came to trade. 
He mumbled a Chinookian curse and winced. 
          He sensed my mariner's cred, how I lit my smoke; 
Muscle memory and addiction married in my subconscious.  

But His eyes would never sense the venomous flow
          Of the seabreak distant, 
Like hounds baying to the highway of stars 
          And up to the dunes ran with phosphorescent faces 
Fermenting the blackness. 
          Hell-hounds bounding. 
          Lungs pounding.
          Driving on.

River may lick Disappointment’s shanks 
          But Drake’s gold remains unfound.  
The cavities carved along the capes 
          Echo an emptied ethos and sapped spirit 
Which salal and sage cannot clense. 

Walk with me now Sister Ilchee. 
          Beat your dirge 
Along the pock-marked ports of plunder 
          Laid before the flattened corpse of 
Ebbing freedom found.
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