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PIRATES! by louis gander I remember back, when young - the pirate tales from grandpa's tongue - where peg-legged men with but one eye sought their treasures, chanced to die. Captain pirate had a hook and he cared not from whom he took. They boarded ships and stole the goods - then hid their treasures in the woods. On the ship - he had some men they'd help him rob now and again. And then they partied and they drank. If one was rude, he'd walk the plank. Captain pirate wasn't fair - and got so drunk he didn't care. It didn't matter who he killed - just so his humor was fulfilled. A bit close, I happened near - lost both my boots and lost my gear. They tied me up that very night - my wrists had hurt, the rope was tight. One pulled quick, his shiny sword - then threw me on that weathered board. The ocean deep, the water black, the sword I felt, pressed in my back. I stepped out - again, again, with nudges felt from earthly sin. The steps I took were very short but that old plank gave me support. I thought quick but I took pause - reflecting on life's silly laws. Blinded by life's codes and rules, I had nothing - them, the jewels. Hoping here on earth I'd stay, I stepped through life from day to day. But this I knew - could not pretend - this plank was short. There was an end. Weight pushed low the outer edge, then toes could feel the corner's ledge. No turning back, what's done is done - no place to turn - no place to run. Bodies end with earthly goals - as all life ends - but not the souls. Emotions quake, as body shakes, but after death - the soul awakes. They held truth (though they got old) those pirate tales that grandpa told - but futile is a life that's wed, with both the soul and body dead. |
 This poem won 2nd place for the August 2009 poetry contest |
This poem may be use within Christian ministries for any non-profit purpose without requesting permission.