Her Emerald Gown

in seance we speak with our ghosts
our dreams are memories of drown'ed hopes
render us please from this fetid swampy host
throw us in the sun to roast
we tire of the company of our soul



fear is a shrieking howling noise
in bravery we find our voice
not one of rage nor one of ice
between the two is where to slice
corpus collossum connects the pair
but when separated we are never there
just an otter and an octopus
battling in a cage of rust



a fall of snipes swoops round our wake
picking our leftovers out of the drink
the flock keeps on growing the longer we tack
we really don't know what they think!
But as long as they stay off our deck and our rigging
and out of our way we won't blink



a lateral thinker means Wut?
neurodivergence is a pain in our ass
it's not our fault they can't seem to grasp
that what they put first ought be put last
so they cast us out and say we are strange
but we've always been out of their range