17.7.08

the first of the gang to die

to Deng, my cousin, whom i intend to make little graphic novel with.
one for us, one for the museum and one for the Heavens.
sneak preview of the storyline.
--
liverpool scene,
narrator's point of view.
--

we are two mariners
our ship's sole survivors
in this belly of a whale

it's ribs are ceiling beams
it's guts are carpeting
i guess we have some time to kill

you may not remember me
i was a child of three
and you, a lad of eighteen

but, i remember you
and i will relate to you
how our histories interweave

at the time, you were
a rake and a roustabout
spending all your money
on the whores and hounds..

you had a charming air
all cheek and debonair
that my widowed mother found so sweet

and so she took you in
her sheets still warm with him
now filled with filth and foul disease

as time wore on you proved
a debt-ridden drunken mess
leaving my mother
a poor consumptive wretch..


and then you disappeared
your gambling arrears'
the only thing you left behind

and then the magistrate
reclaimed our small estate
and my poor mother lost her mind

then, one day in spring
my dear sweet mother died
but, before she did
i took her hand as she's dying, cried:

"find him. bind him
tie him to a pole.
and break his fingers
to splinters
drag him to a hole until he
wakes up naked
clawing at the ceiling
of his grave"

it took me fifteen years
to swallow all my tears
among the urchins in the street

until a priory
took pity and hired me
to keep their vestry nice and neat

but, never once in the employ
of these holy men
did i ever, once turn my mind
from the thought of revenge..

one night i overheard
the prior exchanging words
with a penitent whaler from the sea

the captain of his ship
who matched you toe to tip
was known for a wanton cruelty

the following day
i shipped to sea
with a privateer

and in the whistle
of the wind
i could almost hear..

"find him, bind him
tie him to a pole and break
his fingers to splinters
drag him to a hole until he
wakes up naked
clawing at the ceiling
of his grave

there is one thing I must say to you
as you sail across the sea
always, your mother will watch over you
as you avenge this wicked deed"


and then, that fateful night
we had you in our sight
after twenty months at sea

your starboard flank abeam
i was getting my muskets clean
when came this rumbling from beneath

the ocean shook
the sky went black
and the captain quailed

and before us grew
the angry jaws
of a giant whale..

don't know how I survived
the crew all was chewed alive
i must have slipped between his teeth

but, oh, what providence
what divine intelligence
that you should survive
as well as me

it gives my heart great joy
to see your eyes fill with fear
to lean in close
and i will whisper
the last words you'll hear