Ghosts of the Mediterranean

I sleep awake wondering my country’s invasion by wolves I dream a dream of dreamers to cross mystery sea-Mediterranean “Opportunities, heaven for me awaits across the sea” I soliloquy in a grass hut “I will at last drive a car, build house I will at last get all hidden things that civilization carries in its stomach if only I can cross there” quick were my steps and plans But ghosts prepared their backs the ship licked sea bottom the dreamers saw the dream becoming real dream- empty Ghosts carried on their backs all who dreamed most to the land of broken bones as the bull-toads of Africa open their skulls and pour vodka Sea ghosts of Mediterranean carries away calves and bullocks that would give exotic breeds erode blades of plows and build new pyramids for womb-peeping Africans