Captain O'Reilly and the Blackbeard Brigade

In the palms of their frozen, shaking hands,
a carefully placed rifle aims
at the backs of their throats
swollen shut by moldy bread and custard,
as they muster up the courage to attack
with arms flailing, with guns raised,
entering into the last stage
to make their final keep-
to prove the majesty of heavenly miracles
and
storm
that
beach.

and enter into the tunnel of tomorrow,
through the eyes of their ragged shoes,

the look of warning reflected
in the whites of the eyes of who
are the needles with the threads tightly woven
soaked with dyes an odd shade and hue,
leaking over
every line,
every stitch,
and every groove.

in step, in beat- they move-

onward across the snows of the departed,
to finally conquer and defeat
while vengeful units keep
on changing into possibilities
trapped forever in decoration and bloom
ready to bare the fruit,
until infinity, they knew,
they could never shy away or retreat.

No, there was but one option,
they must
storm
that
beach.

As circulating and rippling demagogues of disfavor,
they are tattooed by the slaves of cheap labor,
creations that only he can remove
by witchcraft and a bloody mix of runes,
ancient relics of their past glories that
only the weakness of the willing can savor with haste,

then prune with propaganda and cartoons of extreme distaste
assimilated from the center
of the republic's ripe peach, as
someone screams out to,

"move out and never trust the peace!"

it's the Captain,
he's mumbling something while
bullets become clouds of bees
moving their stingers
along his windpipe
whizzing closely by his skull,
but there was only one thing he
seems to be able to speak,

"we gotta keep on until
tomorrow is forever captured,
we gotta storm that beach!"

However, with every reoccurring episode,
their brethren disappeared
one by one
gun by gun

with the noon coming and going

sun by sun
the cry of the last chicken hawk
run by run

the bombs mirroring a mood ring
changin' all types of colors
as in the throes of their last gasp
they look upward to reach
for all eternity

until they finally
storm that beach.