Intrepid Imaginings
2064 – The Beginning
I was born at the height of World War 3,
My first memory's of rumbling streets
and static sheets as we hide under blankets
by the kitchen sinks.
Afraid for our lives as the cannon balls blast
against walls, spray dirt and concrete,
sound drowning out cries of the weak.
Starving in the gutters as the raindrops patter
as the storm clouds shelter the stars from our eyes.
Evicted like rodents we scourer the streets;
as the soldiers pile in I watch my friends fall to kill streaks.
I survive through the torment, evade capture; pursuit,
only to slip up and fall, sprawl, and lie dormant.
For the first and only time I find peace
as the rain soaks the tears from my cheeks.
As the cold wind envelops I fall towards light
and a fracture in time to see all of the future
and the past left behind.
1780 - Duel
Upon a fenced off field I once saw
these two young men preparing to duel.
They faced the front; then turned aside,
bodies quivering they held the sight
as they both stood in the morning light.
I stopped to stand on a cliff-top field
to see if either the men would yield.
They took their steps and strode with fear,
considerations all cast aside
for family they doom with their pride.
I do not know for what they both fought,
or if either found what they both sought.
As both men turned, I turned away,
regretful of what I’d stopped to see
as shots rang out a final decree.
Upon a fenced off field I once saw
these two young men who prepared to duel.
They faced the front; then turned aside.
They took their steps; then fired away
until on the ground one body lay.
1830 - Sailor
Sailor on the seas,
sailing upon the westerlies,
porting down in Portugal,
whom I had the joy to meet.
We found a bar
and settled down
and settled a beer or two,
him happy as can be
with shore leave beneath his feet.
Drink loosened his tongue,
then loosened his legs
As he climbed up and straddled the table.
Then with a very mellow belch
he recited this to me:
“There was a young woman from Punt,
Who had an extraordinary cunt.
All the men would abound,
Whenever she came around,
Oh that wonderful woman from Punt.”