I felt you there, <br />my sweet, <br />and listened to your heart. <br />A hurried beat <br />as if you meant <br />to speed things up, <br />arrive in style, <br />and sooner than the clan suspects. <br />I loved you long before you could have known. <br />That little bundle, <br />still adrift <br />inside the stoic solitude of what is known <br />as the Inferior Horn of Gravida, <br />warm waters of the Amniotic Sea. <br /> <br />And then, that day that all my Gods <br />ought to accept eternal shame <br />for letting it proceed, <br />so cold of heart, <br />the day arrived, <br />unbidden in its punctuality, <br />attired in the crimson rags <br />of wanton piracy. <br />Unblinking eye protected under burlap patch <br />of Stoertebeker's men, <br />and you just stood <br />and stared, <br />as hairy hands reached for your very heart, <br />their raucous laughter swept their trophy <br />into the cabin on the bridge, <br />perched well above <br />the hostile waters of a lost humanity. <br /> <br />They could not take the love from you, <br />it is what you have left until the sun's next rise, <br />when like a tiny fragile flower in its bed by Mother Earth <br />the wonders of a new and hopeful dream <br />unfold within the petals of the Amniotic Sea.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-will-brings-little-comfort/
