We seamen-girls, we whaler-girls, we captains -
scaly, blow-holed, all gills and grinning ways.
We blubber-carriers, plankton-eaters, shark-catchers -
we stink of ocean, hum songs of the deep. We dive
and glitter at each other, gulp flask-spirits, rove.
We growl and curse and spit and mutter.
Spill the rum and crush the isle berries, stash the spices,
filch the riches. We expel the maiden-spooks and haunting-ladies -
lacy, lost, and huddled in the bow. We prowl. Our cabin's safe.
And vomiting out the port-side, and slurping at the
soup, we gruffly gut our voices with our laughs, churn chowder-kettles,
heat the ale. We mop the rank and dirty board-floors.
Tobacco-tough, clam-guarded, eyes urchin-sharp, with
pearls and trunks of pulp-paper stashed below, we'll
take that naked pack of playing cards -
with lusciousmermaid-girlies for each suit.
CDL
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