the first voyage

The first voyage


My mind goes back

To a faraway place when I joined

My first ship as a mess-boy.

How sick I was, throwing up

My supper.

There was no reprieve

get on with your job, boy.

I did, but remember the ghastly

the smell of soap suds.

The ship was going to Baku

Then a part of the Soviet Union

And the black sea wasn’t black

But full of ice.

The town of Baku was sparse

On streetlight but safe

A kind solder followed us around

We drank white wine, and I threw up again.

Memories last long I never drink

White or sweet wines.

◄ before daylight

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