Awakening

In and out like that of a play His wound now bore a mysterious clay The Capitan’s voice made him stay As he bowed now in silence to pray As he awoke in the morn he slips A water glass to his dry sweet lips The witch doctor smiled and came to grips To the startled son that time forgets Smells of food ensnared his hunger A bellow followed its sound was thunder “Morning child! A hungry monger?” The boy sat up his food placed under Hot rolls, sliced ham, and sausage links “A bath today, this boy now stinks!” The captain agrees to what doc now thinks To wash away the blood that leaks His wound stung when the water struck A model ship and a rubber duck Shared the tub, the lads in luck Red Beards love has finally struck