Baskadia

   Ember days wailed off as bee buzz 

   Safe treasury as Roman’s castle 

   Falso hope by the divines 

   Wail and hail; we blended and woke

   Aye and lo, mirages thicken

   Sailed lower to compass 

   Poor cabin with a drenched whore 

   Wild fishes instead of emeralds 

   Lost treasure-picking Life or Gold 

   Nature broke our potsherds grip

   Cry to your mother star and moon 

   Balance never earned in South 

   Chaos pooped on North Locus 

   Earth becomes the stranger 

   Sun rain-checked adventurer invites 

   Just paddle me; any Deity with ears 

   Creatures lurked in the depth bluffed 

   Alien to my world, maybe not mine

   Sailors and children echoed pain

   Women sobs silently but audibly 

   Abrupt silence filled up the space

   Cheers to new world made for us 

   Death becomes the utopia void of rum