David Mason: The Last Voyage
The Last Voyage
They came at us with rocks and spears, the oldest
of our soldiers falling with his head split open,
blood as red as his coat, while muskets rattled
from the long boat. The captain turned his back
on the attackers, shouting, perhaps, to stop
the shooting. So they stabbed him from behind
and he went face down in the water, and we,
the lucky ones, unshipped oars and got away.
I’ve thought about that day for sixty years
as every ghost I’ve lit a candle to
walks on my heart. And now the dark is large
and I have thought beyond a mast of stars,
remembering the sunlight and the blood,
and how they cooked his bones. He was no god.
What is the globe we charted? What are the waves
and rocks? What are these hurtling spears?
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