We will all be 

we will all be 


One day–

Fashion swords and bucklers

From broom handles and pot lids

Build fortress and ramparts alike

with each and every pillow we possess

Pretend we need 


Eye patch and peg-leg

Call the bird on our left shoulder


And the one on our right 


We will learn to swab 

And pillage

In equal measure

And storm these opposing


Taking captive

Fear and doubt, pain and sorrow

Then let them drift  

In an Andaman Sea,

Name this ancient God, this inward body

Of water and salt

Where all these motherless castaways

Shall one day be



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