I am the monstrous villain of the sea,
and I sing to myself so happily;
I sing across the trade winds cryptically
in hope that ancient seafarers hear me:
From the Ivory Coast to the Petén,
I recite from my entrails into waves,
chant from the dreamseat for mystic brethren
and sistren on aqueous bars and staves:
My song is dangerous to flesh pirates –
I favor travelers that sing as they row,
seeing visions as they raise their eyelids
and new horizons open from the flow:
I love to sing in full fluidity –
my sea-saw tells the truest history.
urbansonnets 