Cap’n Capy

“I don’t stop to plug my leak; for who can find it in the deep-loaded hull.”

– Herman Melville

Cap’n Capy came ashore
A dry bank for weary
Wet paws, when along came
A caiman, who didn’t say hello
Gnashing rotten teeth at scaly fish
Smiling with the river below

He shrugged, weary shoulders
Aching with apathic tones
One smile didn’t concern him
Capy was a Cap’n afterall
He’d faced worse out there
In raging rivers beyond..

Stoic like a statue, he played
A passive role, meditating on
Distant shores, beyond the monsters
Beyond, when through an open door
Conventions of caimans came in
Smiling at Capy, to Cap’n Capy’s chagrin

Must be dreamin’ Capy thought
Eyes closing again, Been sippin’
Memory too much, when I should
Be sippin’ Gin. Imaginary sippage
All it took, for when he took
A second look: the smiles were gone

Faded         to distant banks
Moist              memories lost
Hoisted               by the anchor
Drowning              in themselves

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