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©The Black Heart of Mandibulous

(copyright 1999)

 

Drifting on the sea,

            A lonely man.

The salt and the sun

            An anodyne to his soul.

He finds solace

            In the little things,

Like the breath

            In his lungs,

And knowing each breath

            Could be his last.

For he has felt the beating of

            The Black Heart of Mandibulous.

Like the rest of us,

            He was born a dying man.

Always lonely,

            Always searching,

Always dreaming,

            Always ambitious,

Because ambition turns

            Dreams into reality.

The reality of

            The Black Heart of Mandibulous.

What is worse:

            To die with dreams unfulfilled,

Or to die with no dreams at all?

            But the lonely man had dreams.

Dreams of the treasures in

            The Black Heart of Mandibulous,

A small island,

            Or perhaps a large rock,

Off the Texas coast.

            All his life

He had heard the tales

            Of pirates;

Of the bounty fares;

            Of the rough seas

That broke up ships

            And cast their wares upon

The Black Heart of Mandibulous.

            Now, he floats on the sea.

His eyes are closed

            Like a dead man’s eyes,

As he remembers

            His home.

Texas.

            It was like heaven,

Even when it was hot as hell.

            They called it

A West Texas dust storm,

            Even though it started

Out in Arizona.

            And he would watch it

Blow into the Gulf of Mexico.

            Blowing dust into

The Gulf of Mexico.

            Blowing dust out to

The Black Heart of Mandibulous.

            Just knowing it was out there

Beyond the horizon

            Would eat at you like

Fire ants on a dead thing.

            It would lure

Like ancient sirens.

            Just out of reach,

Calling the lonely man

            With whispered secrets

Of buried treasure

            Left by pirates

Who were stranded

            And died there on

The Black Heart of Mandibulous.

            It calls you,

Then it destroys you.

            A mighty ship

Dashed into the rocks,

            Leaving one lonely man stranded on

The Black Heart of Mandibulous.

            Like a frog

In the snow,

            He searched for something

That wasn’t there.

            It was on the road

To Damascus that

            He first heard the stories about

The silver chains

            Around golden necks,

Hidden under the eclipse of

            The Black Heart of Mandibulous.

He was just a boy with

            Diamonds in his eyes.

And reverie in his heart.

            His imagination

Grew up with him.

            Until the day

He began to venture

            Out to sea.

And now, he drifted,

            A lonely man,

With a mystery unraveling only

            In the Black Heart of Mandibulous.

The lonely man

            Floating on the sea.

His final words

            To the dead,

He would soon be joining,

            “We’re at war

With a devious

            And cowardly enemy…

Ourselves.”

            And his words

Followed him down

            Into a deep sleep.

And the lonely man

            Would never reveal

The secret of

            The Black Heart of Mandibulous.

 

 

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