RAINE REFLECTIONS

© Christopher Raine

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Privateer


The air falls out of his heavy lungs
Sails flagging to a gasping breeze
Declining in all of his measure and wit
Succumbing to his peculiar disease
A carrack, destined to run aground
Upon the dead coral of his own whims
Sailing to the place that no longer exists
With a heavy ballast of whisky and gin
He cannot chart for tomorrow
And today is beyond his means
A cartographer to a setting red sun
A privateer of sunken old dreams