Over New; Greens Seas Drip-Fed Poem by Mark Heathcote

The poet is a lonely … (snail)
With elongated eyes espy.
Following a spiritual brail
Questioning: what's awry?
What; lucidity nears him by.

A non-apologetic; dreamer…
To him it's do-or-die
With a silver trailing "stigma"
Over the high seas did Bligh.
Oh, mutiny; he's not a rhymer…

{With a pirate, treasure scroll...}

With a bounty on his head:
His mutiny is that his soul—
And others might—never be fed.
By following him on… faith!
Over new; green seas drip-fed.