Hoping for plunder
they set false beacons.
Waited with hard eyes
and harder hearts,
knowing few had sufficient seamanship
to ride out the screaming demon
of the storm.
Hell’s hungry teeth would do the rest.
Of course, they drowned the drowning.
The old map shows
this coast fringed tight
with names of wrecks.
It might well have read,
‘Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.’
© Gill Dunstan
May 2016
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