The Modern Pirate
Carcass of the sunken ship
with treasures held on rusted hip.
Salt encrusted pirate’s lips
which whisper into the sea.
Whisper of adventures had
cacophony of laughter mad.
When you were just a gold toothed lad
sails billowing, white wind.
Rising images from the sea
from shiny new technology.
Camera steals your privacy
white bones clutching glory.
Smoothly rolling up above you
vessel dense and floating sky blue.
Filled with Captain, deck and port crew
bent with eager hearts.
Blossomed greed through the camera’s eye
when sifting sand a gold coin spied.
If only you were still alive
to swift swashbuckle the thieves.
Yo Ho Yo Ho, you have just been had,
by the newest, improved model of the modern scalawag!!!
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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