Bled by wind, broke by sea,
can you hear the Corsairs sing
whispers from the mountains long
the waters sing their silent song
emanating from the hungry deep
pirate skulls and crossbones speak
with crafty tales and legends spun
blood orange moon and brimstone sun
coarse chafed lips and bucket breath
massive arms and heaving chests
short broad swords with ivory sleeves
knifes they clamp in blackened teeth
when they raid the helpless ships
rum and powder shot on their lips
climb and jump from yardarms strong
raze and kill like locust swarms
taking silk and golden coins
sackcloth shielding bulging loins
canons blast and rip apart
driftwood left to float and rot
on the boards survivors cling
Corsairs bold victorious sing.
Captain Cur
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pirate-skulls-and-crossbones-speak-from-corsairs-of-old/
