It’s time for the rites of the high seas,
By lots let's decide whom to cease.
You, me, the others? Whose blood will soak?
Whose flesh will fill? Let senses go broke.
If it’s me, feed on me without a qualm,
If it’s you, I'll try to be calm.
Ah! This lunatic #tranquility.
#vss365
There used to be a sailors’ custom when they are stranded on the high seas - of taking lots to decide who to eat.
I remember this 'pome' (written 30 years back) because a friend asked me to write it on her Valentine's Day card to her love. Did it last? The love...🙃
#truestory
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/07/sailors-custom-1993.html
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