6916. NOW MANTACKLE

NOW MANTACKLE

All of those things both worthy to dread and

not, the history of liaisons and destiny, the

storied markers of people who passed  -  make

me nothing but confused. My own ways are

less winning, and my father spoke a foreign 

tongue with a mouthful of tacks. I was forced

to listen. It doesn't frighten me that I expect 

people to die : suicide and subdivision, all the

same to me. Live like a pirate and die like a 

bum. Oh just run it on over the roaring sea.

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Once there were men in the wine-dark sea.

They cried for each other; they cried for me.