"Suckling! aloft, and quickly!"
* * * * * * * * * *
"Suckling! aloft, and quickly! Ho!" Randolph
Commands his crew. Insistent now, his fear,
It creeps. The rest of them, they whinge and scoff,
Their trust—that youth will keep them safe—so clear.
So youth is wasted on the young. Let youths
Deny and disregard mortality.
Why burden them with thoughts of death whose truths
Can haunt, stalling risky ability?
Their ends, often, so close at hand but they
Do not notice at all. Like water drip-
ping off the duck, it bothers not their play.
Carefree and slow, they right the lilting ship.
They live through Hell and we think, "What the fuck?"
Young lives saved through dexterity and luck.
No comments:
Post a Comment