The Return of Lorreau
Whom among you, enticed of
unfathomable riches, the grand
high sea and foreign fruits susceptible
to one valiant commodore,
were invited thus by moonbeams and daydreams?
Mused, are you, of precious pearls
and satiable girls to hear from one ear
but not from your other?
The knavish chords of war call to you?
And in such guise of mirth you answer-
so sweetly reinforcing your bare breasts
with earnest promises of official decoration
in exchange for nothing more than that
which an able man is meant for.
Whether with lore, or lust
before that grandeur afar
and sweet remembrance in your stead-
let me speak on behalf
of the disenchanted, the shaken, the lost.
When loose blood's draft
and blackened skin is chased
into your nostrils thin,
you too shall damn perfumed illusions.
When Mars' unencumbered hand
has the dead placed further
than your eyes will lunge,
they will creep open in the night
to recount the immutable.
And when the beast spares you
from his open jaws,
be sure of returning with nothing
in your hearts or on your sleeves
but dark old smoke for blind young souls.
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