Scene – Captain Death

The clang of her fog bell. Slosh of pregnant swell gripping at the deck. Around Iron Cape for the thousandth time, Captain Death sails his ghost ship “The Silent Grave,” with the tenacity of a bloodthirsty mosquito tasting the scent of haemoglobin on the horizon. Embittered; Death searches endlessly for his one true love -

life.

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Local poet/writer. ‘There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.’ E. Hemingway. All ©️DMM

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Local poet/writer. ‘There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.’ E. Hemingway. All ©️DMM