Clay, Mud and Sand Part 1.

I was born into clay

and beat a hard path

into this isle's mud

before I reached

it's highest peak,

and took to the air,

bound for distant shores,

pirates and bandits

and cloacked outlaws,

to be raised on sand

and dance in the waters

to the mad drum man,

eat with my fingers

and laugh with my throat,

live out of my pockets

and sleep on my coat,

and we cursed on the dawn

and spat on the ground,

let air whistle through our teeth

to give thanks to the gods

for having awarded us

the most favourable odds