Come Young Pirates, Part X V I I - Enamored By Decay Poem by Captain Cur

Further, further out the frigid waters came;
All desiring riches, some desiring fame,
Insightful riot, despoiling sweet repose
Warring against our very selves, the most deadliest of foes.
Snatched from our brazen crowns heirlooms of this life
Our own hand bearing the assassin's knife
Leaving us for dead like a feverish ill
Weighing down the breath, suffocating will.
Fingers clutched and clawed through the hardened clay
Like young maggots enamored by decay,
Snake oil lies slithering through our heads
As we quietly slept in our swinging beds.

The pain of mercy! Losing all control!
Compassion the casualty when men lose their soul
On a wooden horse, trackless through the waves,
The fluid ocean wide, our minds but narrow caves.
What few tears we cried were sincerely shed
Pity more the living than the blessed dead.
Kindly prayers our tongues found in short supply
Earthen oceans form the urns where our comrades lie.