sailed the tentacled thieves,
blasting a fugal tune,
'neith a Jovian moon,
and the barnacled sheen
of the mermaid queen
led many a man
to his wat'ry doom
tales 'twere told
in rhymes of old
were but the pale
facsimile of the truth
and many a salt,
swooning with malt,
sings regrets of the
actions of youth
O' I hear a knocker,
in Davy Jones' locker
a canker in the
womb of the sea
She'll spit him back up
and he'll raise his bony cup
and give a gallant toast
to his family.
"Me ma was a tart
me pa was a fart
and gave never a mind
to their progeny
I raised myself up
drank from the bloody cup
and stood toe to toe
with those better 'n me
'twere your last breath
as you stand it's your death
if you get between
what's coming and me
I give as was given
to dead and the livin'
and stands no man
between God and me."
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OK, so-so poetry, but the point is, IR images
hinting at what the world might look like
through other alien irises seeing different
wavelengths...
Photo: Through the eyes of others, ©2010 Timothy A. Sandstrom
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