by John MacBeath Watkins
Twice Sold Tales, Seattle
There are pirates with a hook for a hand,
I'm a pirate with a hook for a heart.
A hook for a heart is hard, awkward and sharp
and it's shiny and cruel to caress.
It speaks of the cockpit, the blood and the sand,
the surgeon, the saw, the severed part.
A hook for a heart, a patch for an eye, a no for a yes,
a sigh, a sigh,
I see her look and I curse the hook
and the peg for a soul and the nay for an aye
a sigh, a sigh
for battles won at such a cost
for shattered hearts and souls we've lost,
a patch for an aye,
a sigh, a sigh.