The Monster Slayer Smokes a Cigarette

The Monster Slayer Smokes a Cigarette

I cannot bear the things I’ born.
I will not share the worlds I’ shorn

Of all their giddy shining charms
while lopping off long suckered arms.

Those monsters of deep dark sea
that circle ships and prey on we

rugged sailors with open shirts
salt spray eyes and laughoff hearts.

Ladies men hero men shipped from afar
who lean on rails with windsplit hair
and tumble to the bars

To tell our tales and drink our ales
to toast the king toast his land
and toast the creatures hand
that almost did but couldn’t quite
choke us till the blackest night
filled our minds and took our souls
to wherever silence flows.


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