Charge him with a pirate infraction…

“Shot drills are meted-out
Whatever’s oppressing?
Surely we’ll play it out of our flutes…
We’ll find a solace”.
Wistfully, caressing…
Some heartbreak’s; grace.

“Singing songs; akin to sea shanties”.
Like Barnicle Bill the Sailor
Over beautiful sea green waves…
Confessing, you, long since stabbed me.
O deeper than any burning stave.
O now I’m just a dead absentee!
A washed up; galley, slave.

“Lord God I’m already long, since drown.
Beneath these tidal waves…
Darkening in the seas ebony; black boules.
And can’t be saved…
From a pirate’s infractions,
No more my love—no more—be saved.