Saturday, September 28, 2013

THE INSATIABLE NAUTILUS - By Moyai Saweri


A poem about seabed mining by a Papua New Guinean Poet...
Loosed upon the Earth I pride
Revelations pale horse I ride
Speaking great against the mighty cape
The Bismark shall be mine to rape
I'll lather in the spoils of war
The dogs set loose upon the floor
But too late, too late, I'll have my fill
And Bismark shall be mine until

My avarice shall know no end
I'll pillage all I want and then
The salty blanket in my grasp
Shall silted waters stroke and clasp
But too late, too late, I'll have my fill
And Bismark shall be mine until

My marauding gape shall suffer none
Somare's face shall be my gun
A fist-full here a fist-full there
I'll rip of PNG's underwear
Eyes wet with tortured pleas
Shall not waver my victored knees
It's my threshold to force aside
Your pitiful screams woe betide
But too late, too late, I've had my fill
And Bismark shall be silent, still...

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