!

old sailors

clinging to their old vests 

scampering for a living

chattering in the clamor

of that vast juddering sea-urchin

that bucks and eddies with the flow

that the man with the spyglass has no control of 

and the men scampering

with only coin in mind

mutiny

deceit

words from old stories they shared together 

perhaps just yesterday

they don't mean anything to them 

nor to us, really

because aren't we all 

just old sailors

aboard our ships in the sun 

?