They came to see you
it was too late
Good gawd you lay on your cooling board
Once used for the great feasts and your mischievous sculptures
Rambling sailor
it’s judgment day
I know you were laughing
You’d been dying as fast as you could
Nets hang outside my door your schooner is unattended
The fish boxes have became benches
We have cigars and whiskey tonight
Two hundred dollar bottles of wine from Manka’s
The grain and vine
For the rogue sailor and rounder
Sominafera petals grace your winding sheets and you
The children are running through them like cornfields
Your scythe couldn’t keep them down
Damn them seeds
You’d said to me
Damn you gypsy gardener
Floating them in our teas