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David Mason: The Last Voyage

David Mason

Apr 30 2018

1 mins

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?

 

David Mason

 

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