Bird on the Wing

by Jan Iwaszkiewicz

Bird keel, boat keel
slice the wind and water.
Listen lad, you’ll curse the day
you kissed Poseidon’s daughter.

Leeward, leeward
scud before we get you.
Now we’re in the cuddy, boy
there’s no-one to protect you.

Dark hair, sweet lips,
lookee lad what’s grew.
We’ll take our turns at what we lost;
we once was young as you.


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