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Pirates

Their ships must ride
a rolling sky,
masts too high to sail into view.

They appear, board the land,
they buccaneer.

The clamoring mob
fall upon a scuttling prey
pluck the weakest
into hungry holds.

An eye-aye cocked and ready,
they raid and maraud
as only
treasure seekers can.

The gulls are here
and for a while
sea and land broil.
the air erupting
with mutinous calls.

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